They all call me Great Master-Chapter 426 - 423 Wind Like Sword, Sword Like Wind!

Bright, resolute, and sharp.

It was as if a sword had been unsheathed.

Anyone who saw Deljo's eyes at that moment would have this thought immediately.

And then?

Pain.

Just like the people in Elta Square at that moment.

They felt as if their eyes were pierced by something; many cried out in pain, while more covered their eyes and looked down.

Only the voice of the Earl Swordsmanship Chief at their ears—

"Begin!"

His call to start captured everyone's attention.

They wanted to witness the battle on the platform, but their tear-filled eyes saw only a blur; everyone's view was obscured.

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All they could catch was the sound of the wind.

The piercing sound of the wind began to howl.

It was like a whirlwind that suddenly picked up over the ocean, lifting towering waves.

It also lifted the curiosity in the hearts of everyone in Elta Square.

That's how people are.

The less they see, the more they want to see.

And the world?

The more you want to see, the less it lets you see.

It was like being tormented with endless itching.

Curiosity became unbearable.

The people in Elta Square began to rub their eyes, and then, with eyes widened, they turned to look at the platform—

On the platform, only Arthur remained.

Deljo had already vanished from sight.

No!

More precisely, Deljo had become the wind.

The wind concealed the sword, and the sword concealed the man.

The wind was as a sword.

The sword was like the wind.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

On the hard stone surface of the platform, fine cuts one finger deep appeared one after another with the howling wind, piling up layers upon layers and pulling the stone dust into the whirlwind.

Suddenly, the invisible wind took on a color.

The gray wind howled even louder.

Deljo's figure was hidden even deeper.

But it was not a hiding of evasion or escape.

It was...

Gathering strength!

As soon as Deljo learned yesterday that the 'Spirit Medium' from South Los would be testing his strength, he decided the fate of his group and began to prepare actively.

Not only because the lives of his group depended on his own skill with the sword.

But also because Deljo wanted to truly witness the strength of an 'Entrant'.

In the Bert Territory, there were also 'Entrants'.

But Deljo never had a chance to meet them.

And even if he did, Deljo at the time did not have the confidence to witness their power.

Because that would be fatal.

But now it was different.

He had already encountered an 'Entrant', and moreover, he needed to show his own strength to survive - that meant... there was no need for caution anymore.

He could just go all out.

At the very least, he had to ensure he had no regrets.

With such a mindset, Deljo did not probe or speak. He showed his strongest move from the beginning.

Facing an 'Entrant' like the 'Spirit Medium' from South Los, any probing was futile, any words disrespectful.

Only by using the strongest move right away could he show the minimum respect.

Only then could he show his determination and sincerity to the opponent.

Therefore—

The wind grew stronger!

More and more stone dust was swept into it.

The next moment, a ten-meter-high tornado appeared on the platform.

"A tornado!"

People around the platform from South Los exclaimed; almost instinctively, they prepared to run.

Every year during the storm season, tornadoes appear near the coasts of South Los.

If a large sailboat is caught, it means sure destruction and death.

And every year, similar wreckage would appear.

Therefore, no one knows the terror of tornadoes better than the people of South Los.

The moment they saw the tornado, even children knew they had to run immediately.

However, before the surrounding people could even take a step, the massive tornado did not continue to grow but suddenly disintegrated, transforming into a thousand wind arrows shooting towards Arthur—

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Faced with this skyful of arrows, Arthur merely lifted his head slightly.

Even, he still had the leisure to glance at the Earl's Swordsmanship Chief.

At the moment the tornado appeared, a murderous intent had flashed in the eyes of the Swordsmanship Chief.

Clearly, if Deljo had let that "tornado" fully form within the city of South Los, the Swordsmanship Chief would have executed Deljo immediately.

And, no one would question the Swordsmanship Chief's actions.

Forget about interrupting the "Swordsmanship Competition".

If anyone dared to speak a word for Deljo, they would be torn to pieces by the people of South Los.

Luckily, Deljo hadn't let himself be overwhelmed.

Or rather...

This was the opponent's strategy.

To attract his attention with the "tornado".

Using the wind arrows to limit his space to move.

Then?

In the opponent's conception, naturally, it would be a swift demise with a single sword strike.

Of course, that was just the opponent's idea.

But in Arthur's eyes, it was riddled with flaws!

Because, to Arthur...

Everything was plain to see!

This wasn't Arthur having an infallible strategy, nor having foreknowledge of everything.

It was simply because Arthur was all too familiar with "wind"!

Don't forget, he has a "General Puppet" that possesses "Storm" abilities.

This is a genuine "Entrant".

Even if he never had a chance to truly display "Storm", Arthur could still merge with it to feel "Storm," and with this experience, now watching Deljo's "Storm Sword," Arthur immediately had a commanding view and could identify eleven weaknesses in an instant—

Whoosh!

The dense wind arrows were sharp, and as they fell, they connected into one piece.

That oncoming whistling sensation was even greater than the prior tornado, and the people closest to the ring were already blown back again and again. If there weren't others behind to support them, they would have already fallen to the ground by now.

Yet Arthur stepped forward.

Feeling the strong wind in his face, he even wanted to shout out loud—

"On the vast ocean the wild wind gathers the clouds. Between the clouds and the ocean, the seagull, like black lightning, flies proudly."

Others panicked.

He, contented.

Others retreated.

He, advanced.

Arthur attracted the gaze of everyone present with his own style.

All of this was XP, ah!

Although the extra issue from yesterday afternoon brought in a substantial XP boost for Arthur, this morning's reports about the "Top Eight" match also resulted in a nice amount of XP—

[You smoothly advanced through the Top Eight, stepping into the Top Four, as everyone expected; generous discussions about your name spread, and you became better known; XP+100]

[Your act of saving the nephews of Lord Dibwa and Lord Bass during the Top Eight match left a deep impression of your medical skills on the public, drawing wonder; XP+300]

…

Combined, both were still less than one entry from the extra issue.

But this did not mean Arthur would give up.

He knew all too well the principle of accumulation.

Especially now, with a 3000 XP gap to level up the "Swift Bird Swordsmanship" to Lv5, Arthur wished he could treat each XP like ten.

Therefore, he tried every possible way to gain more XP.

For instance, right now!

Arthur leisurely strolled through a thousand wind arrows.

Under the watchful eyes of all, he moved towards a corner on one side of the ring.

Everyone looked puzzled at that spot.

No one was there, and there was nothing there.

Nothing at all, right?

Why go there?

And just as everyone was puzzled, a dazzling flash of sword light suddenly burst forth there.

Grey dust was completely scattered by the metallic gleam of the blossoming sword blade.

This strike, as swift as a shooting star, thrust straight at Arthur.

"Ah!"

Everyone cried out in alarm.

But Arthur, watching the sword light flash before his eyes, simply smiled gently and softly said—

"Not bad."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, curved his fingers, and flicked.

Ting!