Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 347: The Holy City of Rebelkin (21)

Cyrus nodded in appreciation, impressed by the scale and organization of the training facilities. He could sense the dedication and discipline that permeated the atmosphere, a testament to the guild’s commitment to excellence and readiness. It was clear that every aspect of the Adventurers’ Guild was designed to nurture and support its members in their quests and endeavors.

As they continued their tour, the guild master pointed out various training stations and specialized areas, each tailored to different aspects of adventurer preparation—from magical studies to survival skills in harsh environments. Cyrus absorbed the information eagerly, his initial boredom now replaced by a keen interest in understanding the guild’s operational capabilities and its role in the underground city’s ecosystem.

’This guy really likes talking huh...’ Cyrus thought.

"Okay, now, shall we actually get to the test?" The man jokingly asked, however, Cyrus was not appeased in the slightest.

’Maybe I chose the wrong guild to start off with...’ Cyrus internally sighed.

As Cyrus and the guildmaster continued their tour of the training hall, the guildmaster’s eyes wandered to a massive greatsword hung prominently on one of the weapon racks. Without a word, he stepped over and grasped the hilt of the greatsword, effortlessly lifting it from its resting place. The weapon gleamed in the warm light of the oil lamps, its blade polished to a mirror finish and its intricate engravings catching the eye.

Cyrus watched the guildmaster with a growing sense of anticipation. He recognized the glint in the guildmaster’s eye and the purposeful way he moved toward him. Understanding the silent challenge being issued, Cyrus prepared himself for what was to come. He raised his right arm, hidden beneath his flowing cloak, and concentrated.

"[Hydrokinetic Constructs]," Cyrus muttered.

From beneath the fabric, tendrils of water began to materialize, twisting and writhing like serpents. The water coalesced and intertwined, gradually taking shape and solidifying into a long, elegant sword. The blade was sleek and slightly translucent, reflecting the magical nature of its creation. Cyrus gripped the hilt firmly, feeling the cool, familiar weight of the weapon in his hand.

The guildmaster approached, the greatsword resting casually on his shoulder, his demeanor calm but his eyes sharp with intent. He stopped a few paces away from Cyrus, his stance relaxed yet poised for action.

"Let’s see what you’re made of," the guildmaster playfully spoke, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips.

Cyrus nodded, his own expression one of focused determination. He raised his water-formed longsword in a defensive stance, ready to meet the guildmaster’s challenge. The room seemed to hold its breath, the flickering light of the lamps casting dancing shadows on the walls as the two combatants faced off.

The anticipation in the air was palpable as Cyrus and the guildmaster faced each other, the room seemingly holding its breath. The guildmaster’s greatsword gleamed menacingly, while Cyrus’s water-formed longsword shimmered with a mystical allure. Both men stood ready, their eyes locked in mutual respect and determination. The flickering light of the oil lamps cast dynamic shadows on the walls, adding to the dramatic atmosphere of the impending duel.

The guildmaster moved first, a slight shift in his stance telegraphing the coming assault. He lunged forward, his greatsword swinging in a powerful arc aimed at Cyrus’s left side. Cyrus sidestepped smoothly, bringing his longsword up to meet the attack. The blades clashed with a resonant ring, the force of the blow sending a slight tremor through Cyrus’s arm.

Cyrus countered quickly, pivoting on his heel and slashing toward the guildmaster’s midsection. The guildmaster parried deftly, his greatsword a blur of motion as it redirected the attack. The fluidity of their movements was mesmerizing, each motion a blend of strength and grace honed through years of training and experience.

The guildmaster pressed his advantage, launching a series of rapid, heavy strikes designed to overwhelm Cyrus. Each swing of the greatsword was a calculated test of Cyrus’s defenses, probing for any weakness. Cyrus met each blow with precise parries, his water blade flexing and shifting as needed to absorb the impact. His movements were almost dance-like, a testament to his agility and finesse.

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Their swords clashed again and again, the sound of metal meeting magical steel echoing through the training hall. Cyrus responded with a series of feints, his blade weaving intricate patterns in the air. He aimed for the guildmaster’s shoulder, then swiftly changed direction to strike at his thigh. The guildmaster blocked each attempt with practiced ease, his eyes never leaving Cyrus’s.

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The two combatants circled each other, their footsteps light on the padded mats. The guildmaster made a sudden thrust toward Cyrus’s chest, a move that required perfect timing and precision. Cyrus deflected the attack with a sharp twist of his wrist, redirecting the greatsword’s momentum away from his body. He seized the opening, driving his own blade toward the guildmaster’s side.

The guildmaster twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the strike. He brought his greatsword around in a sweeping motion, forcing Cyrus to retreat a few steps. The guildmaster’s strength was formidable, each swing of his weapon backed by raw power. Cyrus relied on his speed and adaptability, his water blade morphing subtly with each movement to counter the force of the attacks.

Their duel continued each clash of swords a testament to their skill and determination. The guildmaster launched a powerful overhead strike, his greatsword descending with the weight of a hammer. Cyrus raised his blade to meet it, the impact sending a jolt through his arms. He pushed back, using the momentum to pivot and deliver a swift riposte aimed at the guildmaster’s flank.

The guildmaster parried the attack, stepping back to reassess. His eyes narrowed slightly, a sign of his increasing respect for Cyrus’s abilities. He adjusted his grip on the greatsword, readying himself for the next exchange. Cyrus mirrored the gesture, his water blade shifting back to a neutral position.

They moved in tandem, a series of feints and counter-feints testing each other’s reflexes and instincts. The guildmaster swung low, aiming for Cyrus’s legs, but Cyrus leapt over the blade with impressive agility. He landed lightly, immediately thrusting his sword toward the guildmaster’s midsection. The guildmaster sidestepped, bringing his greatsword up in a diagonal slash.

Cyrus ducked beneath the swing, rolling to the side and coming up in a crouch. He thrust his blade upward, targeting the guildmaster’s exposed side. The guildmaster twisted, catching the blade with the flat of his greatsword and pushing it away. He followed up with a horizontal sweep, forcing Cyrus to backpedal.

The two men paused briefly, their breaths coming a bit heavier. The intensity of their duel was evident, yet both maintained their composure and focus. The guildmaster nodded slightly, acknowledging Cyrus’s skill. Cyrus returned the gesture, a silent understanding passing between them.

The guildmaster moved in again, this time with a series of feints designed to mislead. Cyrus read the movements, his eyes keen and calculating. He parried a deceptive thrust, countering with a swift slash aimed at the guildmaster’s shoulder. The guildmaster blocked, twisting his body to deliver a retaliatory strike.

Their blades clashed with a sharp ring, sparks flying from the impact. Cyrus shifted his weight, using the force of the guildmaster’s blow to spin around and strike from a different angle. The guildmaster met the attack head-on, his greatsword a wall of steel that absorbed the impact. He pushed forward, driving Cyrus back with sheer strength.

Cyrus responded with a fluid sequence of strikes, his blade moving like a living entity. He aimed for the guildmaster’s sword arm, seeking to weaken his grip. The guildmaster parried each strike with remarkable speed, his greatsword a blur of motion. He countered with a powerful overhead swing, forcing Cyrus to raise his blade in defense.

The impact was jarring, but Cyrus held firm. He used the momentum to pivot and deliver a low slash toward the guildmaster’s legs. The guildmaster leapt back, narrowly avoiding the strike. He landed lightly, his greatsword ready for the next exchange.

They continued their duel, a seamless dance of offense and defense. The guildmaster’s strikes were heavy and precise, each one designed to test Cyrus’s limits. Cyrus met each blow with agility and finesse, his water blade adapting to the ever-changing rhythm of the fight.

The guildmaster lunged, his greatsword aimed at Cyrus’s chest. Cyrus deflected the attack, spinning to the side and delivering a swift riposte. The guildmaster blocked, countering with a horizontal slash that forced Cyrus to retreat.

Their movements were a blur of motion, each strike and parry executed with perfect timing. The guildmaster swung low, aiming for Cyrus’s legs, but Cyrus leapt over the blade with impressive agility. He landed lightly, immediately thrusting his sword toward the guildmaster’s midsection.

The guildmaster sidestepped, bringing his greatsword up in a diagonal slash. Cyrus ducked beneath the swing, rolling to the side and coming up in a crouch. He thrust his blade upward, targeting the guildmaster’s exposed side. The guildmaster twisted, catching the blade with the flat of his greatsword and pushing it away.