As soon as the middle-aged man walked out, the reaction was instantaneous.
The guards surrounding the training ground were barely holding back their laughter. To them, this was nothing short of entertainnt.
"Young Master Kyle won't last a minute. What did he even co here for?"
One soldier whispered.
"Not even half a minute! Even a rookie is leagues ahead of him!"
Another chuckled.
Hearing this, Butler Bernard and lissa were seething.
'T-These soldiers…how dare they speak about one of the young masters of the Armstrong family like this. I will need to report their insolent behavior to the Lord soon'
The butler clenched his fists, barely resisting the urge to smack these insolent guards on the head. He would surely lodge his complaint. However, whether anything would co out of it or not was a different case.
anwhile, lissa's hand was already on her sword. If not for Kyle standing calmly in front of them, she might have already attacked soone.
'How dare they sully my lord's na? I need to rember all of their faces and make sure they all get a deserving death. I will not make their end easy.'
The two had a lot of ideas about how to deal with this situation.
But Kyle?
He remained expressionless. Without a word, he picked up his sword, turning his cold gaze to his opponent.
For a mont, the rookie facing him hesitated. There was sothing unnatural about Kyle's calmness—sothing unsettling.
And then—
Kyle let out a small fraction of his mana.
It was almost imperceptible. A re thread of energy seeped out from his body.
But the effect was instant.
The rookie's eyes went wide in horror, his breath hitched, and without warning—he collapsed.
His body hit the ground with a dull thud, unconscious before he even had a chance to react.
Silence.
A heavy, suffocating silence.
The soldiers who had been mocking Kyle a mont ago were now frozen in place.
'What just happened?'
The rookie hadn't even drawn his sword.
Kyle rely stood there, looking down at the fallen man with mild disappointnt. He slowly turned his gaze to Lancelot, the guard captain, and let out a quiet sigh.
"This… was your best? How disappointing. I expected better from the Armstrong family guards."
Kyle's tone was filled with cold disinterest.
Lancelot clenched his jaw, feeling a mixture of irritation and disbelief.
"Very well. Since the young master has shown his true colors, I will face you next."
The guard captain spoke with full confidence as he stepped out onto the field.
Kyle had done sothing. He didn't know what, but there was no way the rookie had just collapsed for no reason.
Before Lancelot could respond, soone else stepped forward.
"Let deal with him, Captain."
Bruce, the second-in-command, cracked his knuckles, stepping into the arena with a smirk.
He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with short dark hair and an arrogant glint in his eyes. Unlike the rookie, Bruce had a few years of experience.
"The commander might be too much for a beginner like our dear young master. Allow to handle this."
Bruce said mockingly.
The soldiers imdiately perked up.
"Oh, this will be good."
"Bruce won't let the young master off easy."
"Maybe the kid will finally learn his place!"
But Kyle remained unbothered. He turned his gaze to Bruce and studied him for a mont. Unlike the first guard, Bruce didn't seem afraid. If anything, he was eager to prove himself.
Kyle smiled slightly.
"Fine."
Before Bruce could step forward, Lancelot grabbed his arm and pulled him aside. The captain led him to a quiet corner, speaking in a hushed but firm tone.
"Bruce, listen to . Hold back."
Bruce frowned.
"Captain, I—"
"I don't care what you think. We can't afford to seriously injure the young master."
Lancelot said, his voice sharp.
Bruce scoffed.
"I won't kill him. I'll just teach him a lesson."
Lancelot sighed, feeling a headache coming. He knew Bruce too well—his pride wouldn't allow him to just hold back. The man was too eager to prove his title as a 'genius.'
But before Lancelot could argue further—
"Are you both done?"
Kyle's voice interrupted them, and they turned to see him standing nearby, his arms crossed.
"If you're scared, Captain, I can find soone else."
Lancelot felt his eye twitch.
"Tch. Fine."
He had no choice but to let Bruce go.
Bruce smirked.
"Don't worry, Captain. This won't take long."
The guards cheered, expecting a spectacle.
And Kyle…
Kyle just smiled.
"Let's see what you've got."
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Bruce planted his feet firmly on the ground, gripping his sword tightly. Ti to teach the young master a lesson.
But the mont he took his stance, a strange sensation washed over him.
His breathing grew heavy.
The air around him felt… dense. Oppressive.
An invisible force pressed down on his shoulders, making it harder to move. Even harder to breathe.
His heart pounded.
'What is this?'
For a split second, doubt flickered in Bruce's mind. But he imdiately shook his head, gritting his teeth.
'No. It's just in my head. The young master isn't strong enough to intimidate .'
Determined to crush Kyle's arrogance, Bruce lunged forward.
He moved as fast as he could, his sword slicing through the air with full force—
But his blade hit nothing.
A clean miss.
Not just a slight one. His attack had completely missed by a wide margin.
The entire training ground fell into stunned silence.
The guards watching from the sidelines could hardly believe their eyes.
"Did… did Bruce just miss?"
Soone whispered.
"Impossible! He's never missed like that before!"
Lancelot, the guard captain, narrowed his eyes, watching the fight unfold with a deepening frown.
But the most unsettling part wasn't Bruce's failure.
It was Kyle's reaction.
The young master stood in the sa place, completely relaxed, not even bothered to dodge. He hadn't moved a single step—yet Bruce had missed by a large gap.
And the expression on Kyle's face?
Boredom.
He let out a quiet sigh, as if this whole situation was beneath him.
"Is that all?"
Kyle asked flatly.
Bruce stiffened.
A chill ran down his spine.
This wasn't the useless, weak young master everyone had made fun of.
This was sothing else.
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