Chapter 71: Twelfth Level - Maria’s Choice (3)
Taesan moved his arm gently. There was a naturalness in the sword’s movement that was not there before.
‘Is this how it moves?’
He traced the trajectory in his mind and moved physically. He corrected the movement of the sword in real-time.
It was crazy. Swordsmanship was something that needed to be perfected slowly through countless training over long periods of time. Suddenly changing it during a fight would not bring meaningful changes but rather endanger one’s life with clumsy movements.
But the ghost said nothing, and Taesan also corrected it as if he was certain.
He pulled his elbow and shook his wrist. The hand that held the sword until now had been moving roughly like a beast. It wasn’t bad, but it was dull and heavy, like ink splashing on blank paper.
But the swordsmanship unfolding from now on was the exact opposite.
The tip of the sword trembled like a dance of the sword. But it became lethal.
Smoothly passing by like a dance, each of its trajectories was a deadly attack.
Clang.
Sparks flew as the swords collided. Taesan’s sword gently slid down the knight’s sword and scratched the armor.
Scrape.