Chapter 1132 Path
Elody's pupils constricted, his sword reflexively coming across his body to block.
BANG!
Elody felt a strong surge of might intent on sending him flying, but his gaze flashed, his feet digging two deep trenches as he slid back.
Dirt and soil rose from the ground, slowing Elody's montum by several factors.
When he finally ca to a stop, Elody couldn't help but look down at his trembling hands, his face etched with a deep frown. The heaviness of Leonel's attacks wasn't sothing he had expected. Not only was the spear a rare weapon for a Luxnix to choose, even in the case that it was chosen, those that did would focus on the speed and flexibility of it, not to ntion its range. Elody hadn't expected for Leonel's battle style to be like this.
But, that didn't an that he was completely unprepared for battle either. Whether it was the Viola family, or the Montex family especially, they were known for their heavy handedness and their abrasive battle styles. As a great genius of his generation, Elody had clashed with his fair share of such talents. In fact, his techniques were refined to deal with them.
The mont Elody adjusted his thoughts and breathing, his whole deanor shifted. This was not a spar, nor was it a healthy exchange of pointers. This person was an enemy and he would treat him as such.
Elody completed his thoughts in just the fraction of a breath. His sword balanced itself with a practiced flick of his wrist and his feet spread apart, creating a strong base for himself. The instant he was steady, his figure exploded forth, and yet the ground suffered not the slightest of damage.
Leonel seed to have acted before Elody, but the difference in the weight and size of their weapons resulted in their blades eting perfectly. Elody could tell imdiately that Leonel had done this on purpose, but he wasn't shocked. If Leonel wasn't at least this skilled, things wouldn't' have reached this extent to begin with.
Elody's body flickered and his sword left streaks of white gold in the air. For every one action Leonel took, he took three or four, the elegance of his swordplay shining forth.
His rhythm changed with his breath and his footwork was immaculate. He seed to always be capable of slipping out of Leonel's heaviest strikes and countering with sothing decidedly clever and crafty.
The clash of blades rang through the battlefield, the images of two young n flickering into and out of existence being imprinted onto all their minds.
It was clear at a glance that Elody's Blade Force was far inferior to Leonel's own. One had already comprehended a Natural Blade Force while the other was still using normal Blade Force.
However, on the other hand, Elody's Fifth Dinsional Force was clearly several steps about Leonel's in terms of thickness and purity, given due to the fact Elody was already at Tier 8 while Leonel was only at Tier 2.
Streaks of Spear and Sword Force shot into the surroundings with each clash. There was sothing decidedly violent and existential about the clash of these two young n. Neither used any techniques that surpassed the crude nature of Force alone, and yet every ti they t the impact was no less resounding.
Elody had long since forgotten about what Leonel's origins were and Leonel never cared about Elody's to begin with. Their exchanges only beca faster and more blinding, neither taking a single step back.
Veins popped across Elody's body, his spirit lifting and his gaze becoming fierce.
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