The Lustful Time Lord's Revenge-Chapter 229 - Flying Swords

I walked toward the arena with casual steps. Across from me, Rowan Steelheir already stood with his two swords—one long, one short—drawn in both hands. His stance was perfect, his eyes focused, no hesitation visible.

The match began, yet neither of us moved.

I just stood there, the black saber [Mindrender] loosely gripped in my right hand. I studied him, recalling glimpses of his fight against GOTE Academy an hour ago. Though I’d only watched a few minutes, I’d seen enough to understand his style.

He was troublesome. His swords could fly and move independently, controlled remotely. Combined with his ability to fight directly with two blades, he had multiple ways to attack.

’I need to finish this quickly,’ I thought. ’Before he gets a chance to show all his tricks.’

So I activated [Eye of Desire] on him.

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NAME: Rowen Steelheir

AGE: 24

CLASS: Dual Swordman

RANK: A

DOMINANCE: 1%

SEXUAL AROUSAL: 6%

VIRGINITY: No

WEAK POINTS: Penis

FETISH: -

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Two minutes passed in tense silence. The audience grew restless. The Host commented with curiosity in his voice, "BOTH FIGHTERS ARE STASSESSING EACH OTHER! NEITHER DARES TO TAKE THE FIRST STEP! THIS IS A TENSE STANDOFF!"

I decided to attack first.

I stepped forward, the black saber swinging in a simple horizontal slash. Rowan met it with his long sword in his right hand, while the short sword in his left was poised to thrust from below.

CLANG!

Our blades met. Tiny sparks flew.

"THE FIGHT HAS BEGUN! ADAM ATTACKS FIRST, BUT ROWAN DEFENDS PERFECTLY!"

Rowan countered. His long sword pressed forward, forcing me back a step. His short sword thrust quickly toward my stomach—I barely dodged by twisting my body. Before I could regain the initiative, he attacked again.

His dual-sword combination was extraordinary. The long sword for powerful slashes, the short sword for rapid thrusts and unpredictable short cuts. He moved like water, flowing from one attack to the next without pause.

I defended, parried, dodged. [Mindrender] moved quickly in my hand, but two against one was clearly troublesome.

"Is that all you can do?" he taunted between attacks.

I didn’t answer, keeping my focus on his blade movements.

Suddenly, the short sword in his left hand released.

But it didn’t fall.

The sword hovered in the air, spun, then shot toward me from the side. I parried it with [Mindrender], but at the same moment, Rowan advanced with his long sword.

CLANG!

The flying sword bounced back, but immediately spun and attacked again.

I retreated quickly, but too slowly. Rowan’s long sword grazed my shoulder, drawing blood—fortunately shallow, just a thin cut.

"ADAM IS WOUNDED! ROWAN HAS UNLEASHED HIS TRADEMARK ABILITY—FLYING SWORDS THAT MOVE AT HIS COMMAND! THIS IS A VERY RARE POWER! HOW WILL ADAM DEAL WITH IT?"

I gritted my teeth. That flying sword kept attacking from all directions—sometimes from the right, sometimes the left, sometimes from above. Meanwhile, Rowan himself advanced with his long sword, pressing from the front.

Two against one. But this time, those two opponents moved independently with unpredictable patterns.

I parried an attack from behind, spun, deflected Rowan’s slash, then parried another attack from the side. My body moved as fast as possible, but this pressure...

"You’re quite skilled," Rowan said, his eyes studying me with curiosity. "For someone newly awakened, your swordsmanship is beyond expectations."

I didn’t answer. Too busy defending.

"It seems the Sword Saint’s blood truly runs in your veins," he continued, his tone casual as if we were having an ordinary conversation despite his constant attacks. "What a pity."

’What a pity?’ I retreated, trying to create distance. But the flying sword pursued, forcing me to keep defending. Rowan threw his long sword.

It shot forward like an arrow, joining the short sword already in flight. Now two swords attacked me from two different directions, while Rowan himself—he ran to the side, trying to surround me.

I parried the long sword, spun, and parried the short sword. But the long sword had already spun around and attacked again from behind.

SLASH.

My waist was hit. Another wound. Blood seeped into my uniform.

I retreated further, breathing slightly heavier. Those two swords kept pursuing like tireless ghosts.

"Damn it."

I had no skill suitable for this situation. My power so far had been more about physical ability and cheat skills that were too OP and valuable to waste on him. I had no special ability to handle two flying swords controlled remotely.

The Host kept commenting.

"ADAM SOCHERON IS BEING PUSHED BACK! HE’S TRYING TO HOLD ON, BUT ROWAN STEELHEIR IS TOO STRONG! THESE TWO FLYING SWORDS SEEM UNSTOPPABLE!"

From the stands, I could feel their gazes.

Arianna and Isabel...

"Why is he being pushed like that?" Arianna whispered, barely audible. "When he has that ability that..."

She didn’t finish. But Isabel, sitting nearby, turned with a confused expression.

"Is he pretending?" Isabel whispered back.

I wasn’t pretending, of course. But I also hadn’t used my full power. Too early for that.

Rowan had retrieved his swords, both now back in his hands. He ran forward, his foot kicking.

The kick was fast. I raised my left arm to block, but the force was strong. I stumbled back several steps, and at that moment, both his swords released again, flying, attacking from two sides.

I parried one, spun, parried the other. But Rowan had already appeared before me, retrieving his long sword, and slashing.

CLANG!

[Mindrender] blocked the slash. But the short sword behind me was already poised to thrust. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

I twisted my body, kicked, forcing Rowan back. The short sword missed, only grazing my waist again.

Rowan stepped back, but didn’t create too much distance. He held both swords—one in his hand, another hovering beside him—and looked at me with a faint smile.

"You’re talented," he said. "Truly. For someone awakened just a few months ago, your swordsmanship is top-tier. I have to acknowledge that."

I stayed silent, catching my breath.

"But you can’t win," he continued. "I’ve been training since awakening five years ago. Every day. Every night. These swords have become part of my body, more than my own hands." He raised his long sword, showing its gleaming blade. "Our starting points are different. And starting points determine everything."

I looked at him.

He was right, at least by ordinary standards. I’d only awakened a few months ago, while he’d trained for five years. Technically, he was far above me.

But I wasn’t ordinary.

Rowan attacked again. Long sword in his hand, short sword flying from the side. The same combination, but this time faster, more precise.

I retreated, parried, and dodged.

The short sword attacked from the right—I parried. The long sword slashed from the front—I dodged by tilting my head. The short sword spun and attacked from the left—I parried again.

But Rowan had already retrieved his short sword. Now with both swords in his hands, he advanced with a deadly combination.

Slash, thrust, slash, thrust.

Long and short swords moved alternately, like an orchestra of death.

I kept defending. [Mindrender] moved quickly, but my arms were growing heavy. The wounds on my shoulder and waist slightly disrupted my balance.

Rowan saw my weakness. His long sword slashed low, trying to wound my leg. I leaped, and while in the air—

His short sword shot forward.

I parried it with difficulty, but my position wasn’t ideal. Rowan was already waiting below, his long sword raised, ready to slash as I landed.

He smiled. "I’m honored. The Sword Saint’s son will be defeated by me."

I landed. His long sword descended.

But I didn’t parry with [Mindrender].

My left hand—empty hand—reached to the side. Reached for something hovering in the air.

The short sword I’d just parried.

My fingers gripped its hilt. Stopped it mid-air. Then, in the same motion, I slashed.

SHLICK!

The short sword gouged Rowan’s chest before his long sword could reach me.

Blood sprayed. Rowan staggered back, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"How...?"

"You talk too much," I said.

Rowan still staggered, his hand clutching his bleeding chest. The wound was deep enough, but not fatal. He could still fight.

But his eyes showed something else. Confusion. Disbelief. Painful curiosity.

He looked at the sword in my hand, then at his other sword still hovering in the air, then back to the sword in my hand.

"THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE! THAT SWORD CAN ONLY BE CONTROLLED BY ME! I HAVE THE BOND WITH IT!"

The Host shouted in an almost hysterical voice. "WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! ADAM SOCHERON HAS MANAGED TO SEIZE CONTROL OF ROWAN’S SWORD! THIS DOESN’T MAKE SENSE! HOW CAN HE DO THAT?!"

In his mind, Rowan was thinking fast, trying to find an explanation. His sword bond was a special ability—only he could control it. No one else could. It had been tested countless times.

But before him, Adam stood with his sword in hand.

What kind of power is this? he thought in horror. Does he... does he possess pure physical strength that’s incredibly powerful?

I looked at him with a faint smile. "Your swordsmanship is excellent, Rowan. Truly. I acknowledge that."

I stepped forward, the sword in my hand ready. "But I’m stronger. And faster. I was just playing along earlier."

Rowan tried to retreat, tried to call his other sword. But I’d already moved.

[Time Stop] might not be usable. But my physical strength was more than enough.

I moved quickly from where I stood.

Rowan only saw a black flash, then my fist slammed into his stomach. He doubled over, air forced from his lungs. Before he could react, my knee smashed into his chin.

He flew back, crashing hard onto the floor. His swords scattered around him, no longer under control.

The Colosseum fell silent.

Rowan tried to rise, but his body wouldn’t obey. He collapsed again, lying on his back, staring at the stained glass ceiling with vacant eyes.

I stood beside him, looking down, [Mindrender] in one hand, his other sword in my left.

The referee ran to the center of the arena, checked Rowan’s condition, then raised his hand.

"ROWAN STEELHEIR CANNOT CONTINUE THE MATCH! VICTORY GOES TO ADAM SOCHERON OF NINE STARS ACADEMY!"

The scoreboard changed.

NINE STARS ACADEMY: 1 WIN – 0 LOSSES

ARCLIGHT ACADEMY: 0 WINS – 1 LOSS

"FIRST POINT GOES TO NINE STARS ACADEMY! ADAM SOCHERON DELIVERS A PERFECT OPENING! THIS IS A MAJOR UPSET!"

The medical team immediately rushed into the arena, evacuating Rowan who still lay limp. They carried him out on a stretcher, and as he passed by me, Rowan stared at me.

Then I stood in the center of the arena, looking toward the Arclight bench.

I didn’t walk out. Showed no signs of retreating.

The Host immediately caught my intent. "OH! ADAM SOCHERON IS STAYING IN THE ARENA! HE’S NOT STANDING DOWN! HE WANTS TO KEEP FIGHTING! THIS IS AN OPEN CHALLENGE TO ARCLIGHT ACADEMY!"

On the Arclight bench, Leonhardt sat with a serious expression. His sharp blue eyes stared straight at me. Around him, the Arclight team members began whispering, planning their next move.

I smiled faintly.

Come on, send whoever you want. I’ll take them all on myself.