chapter 16 : Combat test part 2

The pressure was almost unbearable; Facing that monster was a miracle if we left without at least a couple of broken bones. Even Amelia, with all her arrogance, did not dare to act recklessly.

... silence lasted, and nobody dared to step forward. I was really worried; If this continued, knowing his personality, most likely he would demonstrate with me.

Glup ... I swallowed.

Am I crazy? Shit! Why do I have to be the first? That damn dome already sentenced me.

I had already resigned my destiny ...

"Master Galahad, please allow me to learn a lesson," Erwing said, making a slight reverence.

The teacher perceived it, but I felt like, for a moment, our eyes crossed and a cold sweat traveled my back.

Uff ... Thank God.

Erwing slowly, raised his sword vertically, adopting an impeccable, almost ceremonial posture, similar to that of the kendo. He squeezed his sword already worn, and in a blink, he imbued it with a vibrant aura delicately wrapping the leaf. The teacher Galahad, on the other hand, just observed every detail, without moving a single muscle. The tension in the air was palpable, it seemed that the time itself had stopped advancing. And suddenly, without prior notice, he disappeared.

Bam!

A rumble shook the training field, and a huge crater opened on the ground, raising a cloud of dust that covered everything around him. I couldn't see anything, and although I tried to concentrate, I barely distinguish how the land broke into slow motion. Little by little, the dust dispersed, and the scene was clear to my eyes: Erwing's sword was stuck on the floor, with the tip just centimeters from the teacher.

But if you watched carefully, you could see the surprise reflected in Erwing's eyes, his look of disbelief at what had just happened. The teacher, on the other hand, remained impassive, as if none of that was relevant.

- You have good power - evaluated the teacher with a calm and deep voice, without even moving a centimeter.

Erwing, still staggering for the impact, took a step back and distanced himself, taking a bacada of air deeply. His body still vibrated by the shock tension, but his determination became clearer.

- It seems that I have to take this seriously - he said, with a slight smile.

The teacher did not respond, he only stared at him and I hope. The air tension was palpable, as if the training field was waiting for the first movement to be made. Erwing, with a mixture of concentration and emotion, straightened and adopted a different, more fluid posture, more loose. The sword no longer seemed a simple dead weight in his hands, but an extension of himself. With a quick movement, he sustained it with one hand, and with the other he began to susura a enchantment.

A red glow began to form around it. Fine lines, like fire threads, toured their skin, weaving an energy network that shone intensely. In seconds, his body was filled with a burning aura. The muscles of his arms and legs stretched and very quickly contracted, his heartbeat seemed synchronized with the magic he evoked. The sword, now bathed in that red light, seemed lighter, more sharp and lethal.

- Wait ... is that spell ... - someone murmured in the public, surprised by what they saw.

- What's happening? - One of the teachers replied without looking away from combat.

- What kind of magic is that? - The confusion was palpable in air. - I had never seen something like that ...

The teacher Galahad slightly frowned, recognizing the type of spell. It was an ancient, uncommon technique among modern combatants. An extreme physical improvement spell, a magic that increased not only strength, but the speed, resistance and precision. But it was also dangerous. A bad control and the body could collapse under pressure and even destroy.

Without giving anyone time to process what they had just seen, Erwing launched the first attack. He moved with amazing speed, his body sliding forward as if the ground had given space. The sword, now soaked in Aura, cut the air with a deaf roar.

The teacher Galahad calmly takes out a dagger from his pockets, lifted it from a fluid movement. The clash was inevitable.

CLAng! The sound of the swords collided rumbled throughout the field. The force of the impact made the ground vibrate, creating a wave of pressure that shook the air.

- It's not bad, but ... - he said in a deep and serene voice. Then with a single movement, he turned his doll and diverted the Erwing edge, now pointing directly to him.

"...lack"

Erwing backed up a step, sweat pearing his forehead. His face showed a hint of fear. He had put all his energy in that blow, but the teacher had stopped the sword so easily and had even returned the blow, that if it were not because I react quickly; making a side step. The dagger had pierced his chest.

He was so close that he could feel the vibration of the leaf in his path.

- Don't stop! - The teacher shouted, his voice filling the space as a low roar. - Follow, if you want to survive this, there is no time to doubt.

Erwing, now with adrenaline to a thousand, without taking a respite, released more power and loaded again. This time, his sword shone even more intensely, and the ground under his feet seemed to creak under the weight of his body. Each movement was a flash of speed and precision. Galahad, however, does not hurry. He observed, waiting for the exact moment.

And then, in a flickering, Erwing threw another blow. A direct diagonal cut, his sword turning with an explosive force.

CLAng! Again, the clash echoed in the air, but this time, Galahad diverted the attack with a single movement, using only the edge of his sword to redirect the blow to the side. Erwing could not avoid being dragged forward due to the force of the intervention, but he was quickly recomposed, jumping backwards.

- Impressive ... - Galahad murmured, this time with a touch of emotion, but his eyes still remained cold and relentless, like those of a teacher who had not shown a tenth of his power.

- It's time to finish ... - He said calmly, while he was his left hand, but before even making his movement ...

Thud! The sound of something crashing against the ground, takes everyone out of the trance.

Erwing fell, without strength and completely exhausted. His legs could no longer hold him. His broken breathing made him vulnerable, and each breath seemed an unused effort. The weight of his own body defeated him, and soon ended up fainting.