At the sa ti, Nemus stood by the window, leaning against the sill and looking down at Tail Fin Town, lightly twirling a strand of his hair, which upon closer inspection, held a faint golden hue.
He was reflecting on the various flaws exposed during that battle.
This was a habit he had maintained since his past life.
Otherwise, he never would have been able to rapidly beco a so-called genius Holy Knight.
Dartnerly was a decent opponent, yet one rotten to the core.
"Everything about him was top-tier, except for his fundantally flawed mindset," Nemus sighed.
Closing his eyes slightly, every move and stance exchanged from the very beginning of the duel began to replay in his mind.
It all started with a basic clash of Sword Art.
The blade edge delivered precise and incredibly swift, lethal strikes toward the enemy.
The Forest Treasure Sword seed to co alive in Nemus's hands, striking like the most agile and razor-sharp falcon.
A single thrust mirrored a falcon diving from high above to snatch its prey.
Yet Dartnerly's response was nothing short of impressive.
With a subtle shift in his footwork, he swung his sword, carrying an unprecedented cleaving force that heavily knocked Nemus's attacks aside.
The speed of his techniques was not particularly fast, but he advanced with steady, overwhelming pressure.
Dartnerly's advantage in attribute value was fully maximized through this Sword Art.
Steadier, faster, heavier, and far more vicious!
Although the card multiplier for this Sword Art was not exceptionally high, it essentially left no openings.
If he had used a riskier, more unpredictable Sword Art, it was highly likely that Nemus's supre Sword Art would have found a flaw, allowing him to turn the tables with a single strike.
Advancing and retreating with their blade edges, the two exchanged dozens of blows before a single breath could finish.
During those dozens of clashes, Nemus was forced back ten paces, while Dartnerly did not retreat a single step.
"To dare challenge your elder to a duel with such ager skills!" Dartnerly's slightly aged voice carried endless satisfaction, along with a hidden undercurrent of dark desire.
Following that, his blade edge chopped straight down, aiming right for Nemus's chest.
However, in that precise mont, Nemus caught the subtle shift in Dartnerly's Sword Art caused by his emotional fluctuation during combat.
The blade edge lunged forward, and Nemus lunged alongside it.
Stepping lightly, brushing right past Dartnerly's blade edge, Nemus drove his sword straight toward Dartnerly's face.
The sword, his hand, and Nemus himself ford a perfect line. Using the tip of the blade as a breakthrough point, he instantly pierced the defensive guard of Dartnerly's Sword Art, exploiting that singular mont of fluctuation.
In an instant, Dartnerly felt a killing intent erupt to its absolute peak, a perilous aura rushing straight to his head.
During their previous exchange, Nemus's Sword Art had been exquisite, yet it had not revealed its true depths. However, this single thrust displayed Nemus's Sword Art to its ultimate extre.
From Dartnerly's perspective, he had completely suppressed Nemus just a mont prior. Under his blade, Nemus had absolutely no chance of getting close.
Yet the very next second, the mont he swung his sword and revealed a slightly too obvious offensive intent, his flaw was seized.
Even with his superior attribute value, he completely failed to perceive how Nemus executed that thrust.
From that tiny opening alone, the blade edge and Nemus seed to vanish entirely, leaving behind only a faint flicker of white light.
The aura of death was magnified, yet Dartnerly did not panic. Techniques practiced thousands of tis had long since beco instinct.
He flicked his arm upward, attempting to parry Nemus's attack with his sword, only to find that it was incredibly difficult to channel his strength. Nemus's attack trajectory was positioned precisely in his most awkward blind spot for generating power.
In that split second, a brilliant radiance surfaced in front of Dartnerly.
The radiance seed to possess an astonishing density, rendering Nemus's attack completely unable to break through.
Sword of the Saint's Path: Glorious Aegis! As a Gold Grade treasured sword, its functions were incredibly comprehensive.
Whether it was offensive prowess, defensive capabilities, or other utility functions, this sword lacked nothing.
Such abilities essentially amounted to an extra life at critical monts, just like right now.
Only now, having finally cald down, did Dartnerly realize the terrifying ingenuity of Nemus's Sword Art.
If not for the treasured sword's ability, his head likely would have been skewered straight through the line of his vision.
This was exactly the terrifying aspect of Nemus's Sword Art.
And this strike, accompanied by the rising radiance, also signaled the end of their pure Sword Art clash.
Flipping his blade edge, Dartnerly grew anxious.
He had just finished mocking Nemus, only for a single strike to force him into using his special ability prematurely.
Humiliation ensured that Dartnerly would hold back no longer.
A surging light ignited across the Holy Path Sword.
That light flowed almost like liquid.
Then ca the rapid thrust of the blade edge.
Trait: Path of the Saint!
Unlike Jacques, who had previously acquired his trait through arcane arts, Dartnerly had already engraved the arcane arts into his very bones.
Having advanced to the Iron Rank, this trait barely required any conscious activation. The mont he exerted his full strength, the trait manifested automatically.
With a single swing of his sword, everything in front of him would be cleaved in two.
Before the Path of the Saint, no obstacle could impede his way.
Compared to Jacques, Dartnerly had developed this trait far more deeply. His swinging sword possessed an absolute severing quality.
The Holy Rupture effect, which Jacques could only unleash after swinging his sword multiple tis, was a permanent fixture in Dartnerly's hands.
Through the Holy Path Sword in his grasp, he perfectly executed the Holy Rupture effect.
Unless it was a truly special artifact, no weapon could withstand this strike; they would inevitably be sliced apart the mont they clashed.
After Nemus's initial thrust failed to bear fruit, he had already set his body in motion.
However, Dartnerly's explosive counterattack was remarkably swift. In such a situation, Nemus simply lacked the space to dodge.
This sword strike was guaranteed to succeed!
What Dartnerly did not expect, however, was that Nemus didn't pause for even a fraction of a second. With a single step, he brushed right past the descending sword and appeared directly behind Dartnerly.
The indomitable destructive power brought forth by the Path of the Saint trait rely cleaved empty air.
"You must rember, this is my second ti clashing with the Path of the Saint," Nemus declared as he spun around with a backhand strike, his blade edge trembling slightly.
Mystic Sword: Whirling Swallow!
The blade edge transford into a blur of white light, crashing furiously against the radiant aegis in a violent collision.
Fierce winds erupted, toppling the surrounding interior decor.
"This seems to be quite disadvantageous for you," Nemus noted, stepping back to absorb the impact. On the other side, Dartnerly remained rooted in place. He turned around, enveloped in a blinding radiance that seed to conceal sothing.
"Dartnerly's Holy Path advances without retreat. Every ti you shatter an obstacle, an equivalent reverberation reflects back onto your own body."
"How much of that recoil can you endure?" Nemus asked thodically, slowly building a suffocating pressure that weighed heavily on Dartnerly's heart.
It shattered the absolute cognition of guaranteed victory he had held since the very beginning, jolting him awake.
He finally seed to detect the scent of impending danger!
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