The Swordsplay

"it's a good move, nice."

Then along the way, Light raised his legendary black sword and without any problem he blocked demon proz's attack.

"What's going on!"

They had locked in place now. And Demon attempted to force his way to victory.

But Light drew backward, by using the swordsman's skill to generate a momentum to send him fly.

"Guh...!"

The moment before he slamed into the tree, Demon Proz managed a bit to fall down on the ground and repositioned his sword. But he could not hide his fear and anxiety.

Neither of them moved.

Light had chosen not to move whereas Zenon could not, and He felt as if his entire body was being controlled by Light of Black Shaodws.

"I was thinking that you were going to kill me, Mr. Next demom Head."

"Ghnh...!"

Demon Proz's face burned in a way like a furious red. He was indeed frustrated with his opponent but even more so with himself too.

"That's enouuuugh!!" Zenon barked as he executed a sweep attack with his sword.

His thrusts forwarded are as piercing as a thunderstorm.

His consecutive strikes were as fierce as a raging fire.

But none of them landed.

"Haaaaahh... Nnuh!!"

His ferocious roar sounded like hollow words. It was as if an adult was practicing with a kid. Meanwhile, the age sequence was opposite Demon was older and Light was only about fifteen years old.

Kiyota was in shock while watching the fight whole time. He had torn off his calm smile and mask of integrity, and it was as if they' were now out of his reach. The strongest person Kiyota knows was his brother who was also a Hero. Even so, Kiyota did not think even Hero would be capable of overwhelming Demon Proz in the swordsplay.

Clang-click, clang-click, clang-click.

The hardly hearable noise from their clashing blades echoes through the area and seems almost out of place. I twas the exact sound of light practice of two different level swordsman.

The ebony blade and its white counterpart etch their trajectories through the air.

Kiyota's gaze was even fixed on this long practice session, fascinated by the black sword. There was a reason his eyes could not avoid it.

Light's blade lashed out at Zenon. He had been hit too many times to keep count, though.

Demon breathed fastly as he glared at Light. His big eyes still had not accepted reality that he could beat Light even in dream.

"Show me who you are...! Why do you hide your identity when you possess this much power?"

Those with Light's strength held riches and respect within arm's reach -with the potential to be known worldwide as Light had already surpassed Hero.

But no one knew about Light's swordplay. Even if he hide his face, those lucky enough to get a glimpse of his swordplay would never forget it. But this was the first time either Demon or Kiyota had seen such phenomenal swordsmanship and princes Alicia from carriage too.

They exchanged glances.

Kiyota was completely excluded from this exchange. He didnnot know why they were fighting or what they were trying to accomplish.

Blood. Power. Rule. There were so many keys words to remember.