From a certain standpoint, the opponent before me was probably the most troublesome opponent I had ever faced in the entire world.
I took a deep breath, then turned around … and ran!
What? Good-For-Nothing? If I couldn't defeat him, wouldn't I just be waiting for death if I didn't run?
But under his pursuit, even escaping was not easy. What brushed past the nape of his neck was a whistling sharp Sword Qi. What followed the angry roar was a solid killing intent and a storm of Sword Qi.
His black greatsword didn't have any magic power on it, but its pure brute force was enough to tear through the sturdiest of tower shields. His violent swing seemed reckless, but it actually sealed off all possibilities of dodging.
"I can't escape."
My veteran instincts instantly came to this conclusion. The next instant, I turned around and swung my sword.
* Clang! *
My ice sword and black greatsword clashed against each other. As I was sent flying backwards, I was delighted to see Amelia's greatsword shatter into pieces. The difference in the quality of our weapons seemed to have given me the Goddess of Victory's favor.
"Ha, is it fun to chase after me? Eat me … "
I swallowed my presumptuous words halfway through my sentence. My horn for counterattack had just been blown when it suddenly stopped. In front of me, two black greatswords — one beheading, and the other chopping off a leg — both chased after me.
I could only lower my head and roll around, but a broken sword suddenly appeared in front of me. The broken sword's blade stabbed straight into my left eye, yet the owner of the broken sword had a calm expression.
"Stop!"
Amelia's angry command was instantly accepted by the management system. The three spiritual creatures instantly stopped, and I could finally take a breather.
"As expected, is two Kalas my current limit? Three Kalas is too dangerous. I should train at two Kalas instead. "
There were three identical spiritual creatures in front of me. Perhaps their faces were identical to mine, but nobody would be able to mistake us for each other. Even though they had identical facial features, Amelia's eyes were filled with ambition and vitality, as if she was constantly burning with fighting spirit. As for me … I suddenly understood why Cavendish had been so popular back in the day.
"Silly cat, what's in my eyes?"
"Eye wax. You forgot to wash your face today."
Tsk, as expected, I couldn't rely on this stupid cat, so I looked towards Amelia.
"Although you look the same, your younger brother seems much more spirited and upright than you …"
Hmph, even if she didn't mention it, I knew how to evaluate him in the past. My father always said, "Roland, you're still sleeping." But when it came to Cavendish, it was, "Which family's daughter did you hook up with again?"
That's right, the spirit creature before me was a duplicate of Karwenz. The so-called "two cards" and "three cards" referred to how many copies of Karwenz they would be able to deal with.
It was a pleasant surprise that I could create a training field that could create a spirit clone. It was incredibly troublesome to find someone to practice swordsmanship on in this map. But now, I only needed to press a few buttons and provide some energy to find someone to practice swordsmanship on. This was a wonderful thing.
As for why I was using Cavendish, it … It would be better than if I were using Kalas Kalas Kalas Kalas Kalas I could.
There was a limit to the equipment. At the very least, that copy of Roland's swordsmanship was only half as good as mine. The more familiar someone was, the more similar their swordsmanship would be. Still, it seemed that the imitation would only be about seventy to eighty percent of Roland's swordsmanship. However, the imitation's style was quite similar, which was quite suitable for training.
I had experimented with all the Sword Saint duplicates in my memories. Most Sword Saints, including Adam (I'm too familiar with him), weren't difficult to deal with. That was because most of their swordsmanship was based on their unique abilities. It would be enough for them to reach the Sword Saint standard of being able to release sword energy. If one only looked at their swordsmanship, they wouldn't be strong at all.
The Chaos War God's clone was quite strong, but the clone was far too large and unsuitable. In the end, no matter how many times I tried, I still ended up using that bastard's clone.
The experience that Cavendish's swordsmanship clone had obtained mainly came from the two previous wars, the War of the Northlands and the War of the Hades. He hadn't fought many times, but he was able to copy most of his swordsmanship. In a way, I actually lacked experience fighting against him. His swordsmanship style also astonished me.
"Even though you're brothers, isn't your swordsmanship styles completely different? Didn't you both learn from the same teacher?"
Indeed, it just so happened that both of us had been taught by the same teacher. Both of us had been taught by the Mist Kingdom's royal Sword Saint. Our foundational swordsmanship was our foundational swordsmanship, and then we added our "My style" to our long battles.
Both of us were the same. If I wanted to find out the root of our differences, it would probably be due to our different understandings of swordsmanship.
For me, swordsmanship was foundationally no different from other physical techniques. It was simply a technique for using the body. It was a pure technique. Perhaps it could be improved into philosophy, but in the end, it was still a technique for killing people.
This was also what most Sword Saints understood. That was why when they obtained an undying body and special abilities, they would often create a set of swordsmanship techniques that would allow them to utilize their special abilities, becoming a different kind of magical swordsman.
It was precisely because of this understanding that I used swordsmanship most of the time. Sometimes, I could also play around with hammers or spears. Perhaps I was influenced by the eastern philosophy of infusing emotions into swordsmanship. My swordsmanship was filled with my understanding of all sorts of things. There was "logic" everywhere. Every sword strike and every set of swordsmanship had a goal.
That was why my swordsmanship didn't seem to be based on emotions. Instead, it was filled with all sorts of traps and deceptions. Sometimes, it would be a direct attack. Sometimes, it would be a strange curve. Sometimes, it would be a violent burst of speed. But the ultimate goal was to confuse the enemy, spy on the enemy, find out the enemy's weakness, tire out the enemy, numb the enemy, and then find an opportunity to kill the enemy.
As for Cavendish's swordsmanship, it seemed to be direct and unflashy. His swordsmanship was filled with savagery and killing intent, as well as … casualness!
Indeed, it was quite inconceivable. Even though he had clearly grown up in the Chaos Abyss through slaughter, his swordsmanship seemed to come from instinct. Great wisdom may appear foolish, but he never deliberately pursued killing power or efficiency. Yet, he would never miss a single opportunity to kill his opponent.
His swordsmanship was bold and unrestrained. Every slash and stab seemed completely random, but he would always appear at the most appropriate location.
"Cavendish's swordsmanship is quite perfect. His swordsmanship is fast, but it's not extravagant at all. The biggest headache is that he always appears at the most critical location at the most critical moment, as if it's some sort of instinct."
Perhaps only endless long-term slaughter would allow swordsmanship to evolve into an instinct, a combat instinct that would allow him to swing his sword and kill at any moment.
Yet, this instinct was actually able to see through my scams. When I was fast, he was fast. When I was slow, he was fast as well. When I was slow, he was fast as well. He turned the tables on me. If I attacked directly, he would attack me back. If I used fancy moves, he would directly attack me.
Perhaps our swordsmanship was about the same, but he would always attack where I felt the most uncomfortable. His timing was also incredibly accurate. It was as if he was my natural enemy.
That was why I was at a slight disadvantage when we first fought.
But after I got used to it, it became much easier for me to win since I was just a soulless clone without a complete swordsmanship from the Chaos Abyss.
"That's great. I haven't even passed a single level yet."
Not far away from me, Renée was being forced to run around and jump around by a single Cavendish clone. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and kept making a fool of herself. She summoned a Divine Sin Fist to kill the clone.
Then, she glanced at me enviously before summoning another clone, and they started fighting again.
From a certain standpoint, Renée was indeed much more mature than she had been in the past. At the very least, if this was the young girl from before, she would have probably started slacking off and running around everywhere.
"Do your best. If you're a man, you can last for 30 seconds."
Barton was in a much worse situation. He didn't have any random random locations. Even though his grandfather was constantly cheering him on and buffing him with spells and buffs, it was still quite difficult for him to fight. He only had the strength to fight back.
But thanks to all the timely calls for him to stop, no one died.
All the Sword Saints, including Renée and Barton, were still unable to do anything to a single clone. Of course, they were still unable to defeat Yiluo using only swordsmanship.
In my plans for the future, even though there were many Concepts that could be used as weapons, "swordsmanship" was a core element in the power system. Now that I had a rare opportunity to improve my swordsmanship, how could I possibly let it go?
So what if I had a natural enemy? Even a mouse could eat a cat when it grew up. If I had the chance to practice more with a natural enemy, I would probably grow even faster.
Considering that only Sword Saints would be able to accept such a test and require such sparring, this was probably the most extravagant training ground of all.
"Not necessarily."
And then, the silly cat tossed out an incarnation. The cat incarnation summoned a Pekingese and started fighting with the Pekingese …
It was actually possible to play like this? Perhaps in the memories of the slime cat incarnation, Pekingese were the natural enemy.
"Will you die if you don't make fun of me?"
"I won't. Then can you tell me that you've been training day and night without rest for the sake of improving your swordsmanship, and not to deal with that clone's main body?"
I was rendered speechless. Perhaps even if I didn't say anything, everyone would know that the most dangerous person in this trip to the Chaos Abyss was my useless younger brother.
"Relax, I'm confident."
"Confident that you can win, or confident that you can escape?"
I glared at her. As expected, word games were no longer effective against her. However, she couldn't always make fun of me and affect everyone's morale, right?
"… I'm confident that I can run faster than you when escaping!"
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