Mark stood up, dusting himself off. He glanced at the two boys on the ground, then walked over to pick up his sword. Raze and Gavin slowly pushed themselves back to their feet.
"I’m sure you both thought you’d be fighting sword-to-sword like real knights," Mark said with a grin. "Sadly, the Grindole family doesn’t do that. We fight to take down the enemy by whatever ans it takes. That is what it ans to survive."
He looked between them. "Now that you know that... co at like you want to kill . Use anything you can. Only by doing sothing impressive will I give you permission to go hunt abominations. Show your worth."
Gavin’s expression tightened. He had always fought cleanly, disciplined swings, proper form, textbook precision. But what Mark was demanding now ant he could use underhanded thods. And despite his beliefs, he couldn’t back down. He had slowly co to understand sothing important:
Strength wasn’t about swinging a sword perfectly.
Strength was about using your brain, and then swinging.
A thoughtless swing was worthless.
"Alright then," Raze said, a smile returning to his face. "Let’s see how you handle this."
He channeled all his Qi, yin and yang surging through him like a raging current. Power flooded his limbs. His vision sharpened.
Then he lunged.
Boom!
The ground erupted beneath his feet as he dashed forward. Mark smiled.
Raze leaped into the air and ca down with a full-power strike. His sword cut through the air at incredible speed. Mark’s eyes widened slightly, surprised. He raised his blade to block.
KANG!
A shockwave blasted out. Dust exploded upward, cracks spidering across the ground beneath Mark’s feet. He looked down in brief shock.
Raze tried to retreat and swing again, but Mark reacted instantly, sending a brutal kick into his chest.
BOOM!
Raze was knocked back, tumbling across the dirt.
Imdiately, Gavin appeared behind Mark, thrusting forward with his blade wrapped in blue flas. Mark spun in an instant, parrying the thrust aside before swinging a kick at Gavin’s head.
But Gavin reacted fast, using the base of his sword to block the kick. The impact pushed him back a few steps.
Mark moved to press the attack, but several fla arrows shot down from above.
He dodged them with effortless grace, weaving through the barrage like he was dancing. He glanced toward the distance and saw Ella standing there, supporting them. She summoned another set of ten fla arrows in a blink and hurled them forward.
Using the opening, Gavin and Raze charged together.
They clashed with Mark, attacking from different angles. Mark blocked and parried, but this ti the combined force pushed him back.
Emily, watching from afar, was stunned. Her brows rose, her eyes widening as she watched her brother, the captain of one of the knight Chapters, actually being pushed back.
But what shocked her more was the smile on his face. Marl, strict, cold, a man who rarely spoke outside of commands, was smiling like he was genuinely enjoying the fight.
"Seems the both of you are actually quite good," Mark said. "But I doubt that will be enough."
With a powerful swing, he clashed against both their blades at once.
BOOM.
The force blasted them backward, sending them skidding across the ground until they finally stopped, hands numb from the impact.
’This dude is terrifying,’ Raze thought as he stared up at Mark. He could tell Mark had barely begun using his true strength. So this was the power of a Knight Captain.
He had witnessed Sophia use hers, and when he clashed with her, she completely dominated him. He had believed that after learning yin and yang qi, after sharpening his abilities and improving his sword technique, he might be able to close the gap, at least a little.
But Mark had just shown him how wrong he was.
The gap was still there.
Wide. Deep. Crushing.
The realization burned in his chest, igniting his frustration.
Raze tightened his grip on his bat, swung it a few tis, then braced himself, channeling every shred of qi through his body, and his mana at the sa ti. Controlling both together, the bat erupted with flas. His muscles pulsed, his qi surged, his body felt charged and ready to burst.
He launched forward.
The force was explosive, the ground blowing apart beneath him.
"Ahhh!" He roared, swinging at Mark.
Mark saw the line of attack. It was simple. Predictable. He moved to block it, but Raze wasn’t attacking simply.
God’s Eye was active, and in that mont, he pinpointed the most vulnerable opening in Mark’s defense. At the last instant, Raze halted his swing, feinting, and redirected the attack mid-motion. He lost power, yes, but the strike would still land.
He aid straight for Mark’s unguarded side.
BAM!
His bat slamd into the point he targeted. Mark skidded back across the dirt.
Raze’s eyes widened, excitent flaring, he had landed a hit!
But his excitent vanished instantly when he saw the truth. At the last possible mont, Mark had shifted his sword, perfectly blocking the spot Raze targeted, taking the full brunt of the attack deliberately.
Raze was stunned.
But he didn’t stop.
He burst forward again, unleashing a furious flurry of attacks. Strike after strike, each one strong enough to shatter a tree or crush a grown man’s skull. Mark blocked and parried every one at the last instant, yet Raze managed to push him back on sheer aggression alone.
Still... sothing felt wrong.
Despite forcing Mark to retreat step by step, Raze felt no sense of advantage. It felt like Mark was leading him, baiting him, waiting for sothing.
And he was right.
Because even with God’s Eye, even with perfect planning, his human body slipped for half a second. A tiny gap. A small imbalance. But for soone like Mark, it was enough.
Mark’s sword shot toward his side, aid to end the entire spar.
But before it connected—
CLANG!
Another sword slamd against Mark’s blade, deflecting it.
Mark looked up.
Gavin stood there, eyes burning. "Don’t leave out of the fight!" he roared, forcing Mark’s sword aside and driving forward. He dropped low, blade wreathed in flas, thrusting upward.
Mark bent backward at an impossible angle, dodging the thrust. He flipped, landed cleanly, then saw Gavin already rushing in again.
Gavin slashed. Mark dodged.
Raze flew in from the side.
They began rotating, attacking in coordinated rhythm, Gavin high, Raze low, switching angles, slipping in and out like a two-man storm. Mark was forced to dodge and block repeatedly, pushed back faster than before.
Emily watched with wide eyes, her brother, the strict and cold Knight Captain, was being pressured. And yet... he was smiling. A real smile.
It even unnerved her a little.
But then Mark’s smile widened further.
"I guess that’s enough for now," he said calmly.
In the next heartbeat, his sword vanished from sight.
He whispered a technique.
"Thousand Sword Strikes."
The flat of his blade moved at a speed their minds couldn’t comprehend. Multiple blows landed simultaneously, one after another, slamming into both Raze and Gavin before either of them could react.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
Their bodies collapsed to the ground, defeated instantly.
And just like that, the battle was over.
Mark stood over them, watching them groan in pain.
"That was really impressive," he said. "You two actually forced to use a technique."
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