Human vs Vampire

Seeing her opponent so eager to battle, Eira decided to take the initiative to attack first.

She dashes forward with her blade raised, manifesting a faint shimmering sword qi that hums softly, her sword slicing the air with a roar, aiming straight for Mir's body

Mir reacts quickly by grabbing a spear from his storage bag, quickly parrying Eira's attack.

Seeing this, Eira launches a barrage of attacks that forces him back.

Mir takes a deep breath, now having a rough understanding of Eira's skills with this short exchange. 'Ninth level Elementary Intent.'.

With this in mind, he steadies himself and then moves forward with great speed, thrusting his spear with most of his strength.

Eira parried the fierce strike, but her defense was tentative, and with another wave of attacks from Mir, she soon fell into a disadvantage.

Eira would launch attacks, only to have them expertly blocked or parried, putting her on the defensive at Mir's counterattacks.

Defending against Mir's onslaught of attacks requires her full focus and more.

Even though she was exerting more strength and could move a bit faster than Mir, Mir was bridging this gap with sheer skill.

The way he wielded his weapon and his battle experience were something Eira couldn't easily overcome.

This was the difference between Elementary Sword Intent and Basic Spear Intent.

Mir's control over his weapon and skill with the spear proved to be an overwhelming advantage in this battle.

His attacks continued raining down on Eira, forcing her to react to each incoming attack with unwavering focus.

But Mir didn't want to give her time to adapt to his attacks, as Mir became even fiercer and faster to overwhelm Eira completely.

His efforts were soon rewarded as he managed to land a shallow hit on Eira's side.

Eira groaned slightly in pain, while the excited Mir, wanting to deal even more damage charged forward with greater ferocity, aiming to pierce through her chest.

Eira, sensing the danger, quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding this deadly strike.

Mir could only click his tongue at this failed opportunity to put Eira down for good.

Eira, who was now at a safe distance away from Mir's reach, took deep breaths as she internally analyzed the battle.

She suppressed the pain she was experiencing from the injury she had received.

She was slightly trembling.

Not from the pain or fear.

But from the excitement and the thrill of a real battle, she had never felt.

Her fighting spirit increased even further, surprising Jarek.

He had never seen her like this.

In their sparring matches, Jarek is always careful not to hurt her and holds back his punches.

But in today's battle, where her life is on the line and her body is being pushed to the limit, she is improving even faster.

At this moment, Instructor Arnulf's words rang in his mind.

"You can carve the air and clash steel with your comrades all day—but the sword doesn't truly speak until it tastes danger. In a real battle, hesitation feeds the grave. Every strike you make must carry the weight of survival, the fire of intent. Only when life and death hang in the balance will you find clarity in chaos. And only then will the blade become an extension of your body, not just a tool in your hand."

He could see it in her eyes.

She was learning and growing as she was put under pressure.

The battle was soon about to shift.

Mir, who noticed a subtle change in Eira, launched a quick yet ferocious attack with his spear.

This time, Eira reads his attacks, her movements now more stable than ever, her will aligning with her sword and body, as her strikes become even more fluid.

Her footwork was slowly improving, and her strikes became more deliberate and controlled as the battle progressed.

Until suddenly, she was able to fight evenly with Mir, who immediately became shocked at this situation.

Cold sweat formed on his body as he inwardly cursed Eira's luck. 'Damn it! Your intent just happened to break through mid-battle? And so quickly?'

Yes, Eira's sword intent had broken through to the next stage, Basic Intent.

Before the battle began, she had just achieved the ninth level of sword intent, but in less than half an hour, she had broken through almost an entire level.

It was ridiculous.

And with each passing moment as the battle progressed, Mir could feel that Eira's strikes were becoming even sharper and more refined than before.

Her skill level was catching up incredibly fast, leaving Mir utterly dumbfounded.

'What the hell? What sort of talent is this?'

It was really beyond his comprehension how someone could grow this quickly.

He had heard of people having breakthroughs mid-battle.

It was a rare event, but anyone could achieve that if they were incredibly lucky or in the right circumstances.

What shocked Mir was that Eira's growth didn't stop there.

Even after breaking through to another stage of law cultivation, she was still growing.

This wasn't normal.

It was something he had never heard anyone achieve even in the Bloodfang House.

Even her.

In the Bloodfang House, where most of its members were medium-grade talents, two people stood out.

His boss, Thrain, had the lowest level of talent, comparable to the least talented commoners in the world.

In contrast, Penelope, the oldest daughter, was a rank 3 high-grade talent, a once-in-a-million-year genius of the Bloodfang family.

Talent, in this world, is measured by grades: low, medium, high, and supreme.

And each grade is divided into three ranks, with 1 being the lowest and 3 the highest.

The only exception to this rule is the supreme grade, which has no ranks.

The higher one's talent is, the faster they grow.

The number of people in this world who are high-grade talents is extremely low compared to the rest, let alone those at rank 3.

In fact, to many, the supreme grade is a myth, and rank 3 high grade is considered the pinnacle of talent by almost everyone.

Even Thrain's father, an Archduke and one of the most powerful figures in the world, was a rank 2 high-grade talent.

Penelope, as a rank 3 high-grade talent, naturally had a lot of accomplishments under her belt, and they were sung for several millennia even after she left the Bloodfang House to be married to the second prince.

"Did you know that the eldest miss... and she could battle against xxxxxxxxx when she was at the..."

"Really?

"Of course, she is the greatest talent of the Bloodfang family…"

As a servant in the Bloodfang House, Mir would naturally come across this kind of talk among other servants and especially the maids.

They would praise her into high heaven, painting her as someone unreachable for people of their status.

And Mir couldn't help but agree with them.

But today, Mir had been proven wrong.

Not once, but twice.

The first time was when he saw Jarek's cultivation and strength.

He not only cultivated six minor realms in three weeks, but his strength far surpasses his cultivation base.

He was truly terrifying.

For a moment, he had even thought that Jarek had been playing the pig to eat the tiger all along and was a powerful cultivator in disguise.

But he quickly denied that thought, because it was absurd.

And then the second person who might also be more talented than Penelope, Eira, progressed and developed at an unsettling and frightening speed.

He even felt that if the battle kept going on, Eira might grow too quickly and be able to wipe the floor with him.

If her combat prowess were as absurd as Penelope's, he would have been finished.

What Mir didn't know was that Eira's combat prowess was as high as he feared and even more.

She was holding back most of her strength and was only using the strength of a normal Master.

If only Mir knew that the only reason he had a chance against her was that she was holding back most of her power.

Would he cry? Probably.

And true to his fears, as the battle progressed, Mir started to fall into a disadvantage.

'Shit! Do I have no other option?'

A gash suddenly appeared on his chest during this moment of contemplation.

Blood flowed from his wound, his face one full of disbelief.

Eira took advantage of this moment to deliver another clean slash on Mir's chest, making Mir grunt in pain.

Eira was on a roll and had the intent to deliver another slash to Mir's chest again, to the utter horror of the vampire, who threw himself to the ground and rolled away to the side to avoid another strike aimed at his chest and her follow-up attack.

([Mir]: Hello? Can't you cut somewhere else? Why are you so obsessed with slashing at my chest? You have done that twice already!)

Mir's gaze towards Eira reflected his fear and hate for her.

He was unwilling to go down like this.

Earlier, before the battle began, he had resolved within himself that he would take Eira down with him, but now it seemed he would have to go to the afterlife alone at this rate.

Meanwhile, Jarek couldn't help but be surprised as he saw the vampire still standing and retaining a considerable amount of combat effectiveness despite his wounds.

'Amazing endurance and vitality. Is it due to blood laws?' Jarek thought as he analyzed Mir's current state.

Jarek reasoned that this was because he found it very difficult for a normal cultivator to possess such great endurance.

Recalling the knowledge he had gained from the academy's library, he came to this conclusion after his own observations.

Vampires were described as creatures with the greatest vitality in the world. And from what he read, vampires have the highest affinity for blood laws among all races.

'Maybe I should consider learning blood laws.'