Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 348: The Holy City of Rebelkin (22)

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. Stay tuned for updates on novelbuddy

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.

The guildmaster 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.

The duel continued, 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. The guildmaster followed up with a horizontal sweep, forcing Cyrus to backpedal.

Cyrus suddenly halted his movements, lowering his sword slightly. "Alright, that’s enough," he said, his voice calm but carrying a note of finality. In an instant, a massive implosion of aura desecrated his body, an overwhelming wave of energy that radiated outward with immense force. The ground beneath him was dented, the sheer pressure causing the mats to buckle and the floor to crack.

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The guildmaster felt the intensity of Cyrus’s aura wash over him, a palpable force that made the air around them heavy and oppressive. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, trickling down his temples as the weight of the aura pressed down on him. Despite the crushing pressure, the guildmaster stood his ground, gripping his greatsword tightly. A nervous smile played on his lips, betraying the strain he felt in the presence of such raw power.

With Cyrus’s declaration, the fight resumed, but the air was now charged with a palpable tension. The guildmaster, despite his earlier confidence, felt a shift in the dynamics. Cyrus’s aura had made a statement, and it was clear that the real battle was just beginning.

Cyrus moved first, his water-formed longsword slicing through the air with deadly precision. The guildmaster parried the strike with his greatsword, the clash of blades resonating through the hall. Cyrus immediately followed with a swift spin, aiming a low strike at the guildmaster’s legs. The guildmaster leaped back, avoiding the cut by a hair’s breadth, and retaliated with a powerful downward slash. Cyrus deflected the blow effortlessly, his tendrils of water wrapping around the greatsword momentarily before releasing it.

The guildmaster grunted, feeling the strain in his arms from the force of his own blow being redirected. He pressed forward, launching a series of heavy strikes meant to overpower Cyrus with sheer brute strength. Cyrus, however, danced around each attack with an almost eerie grace, his movements fluid and unpredictable. He wove his longsword in intricate patterns, creating a web of defenses that the guildmaster found increasingly difficult to penetrate.

Cyrus shifted his stance, his footwork light and precise. He stepped in close, delivering a rapid sequence of thrusts and slashes that kept the guildmaster on the defensive. The guildmaster blocked and parried, but each exchange pushed him back a step. Cyrus’s control over the battlefield was evident; he was dictating the pace, and the guildmaster struggled to keep up.

The guildmaster attempted to break the rhythm, feinting a high strike before swinging low. Cyrus anticipated the move, his sword already in place to intercept. The clash of steel rang out again, and Cyrus used the momentum to spin around, delivering a powerful backhand slash. The guildmaster barely managed to bring his greatsword up in time to block, the impact sending a jolt through his arms.

Sweat dripped from the guildmaster’s brow as he adjusted his grip, trying to regain his composure. He launched into a series of wide, sweeping attacks, using the length and weight of his greatsword to create space. Cyrus, undeterred, slipped inside his guard, his sword striking with precision. A cut appeared on the guildmaster’s arm, the sting of the blade sharp and immediate.

Cyrus’s relentless assault continued his swordplay a blend of finesse and raw power. He struck high, low, and from the sides, each attack flowing seamlessly into the next. The guildmaster parried and blocked, his movements growing more desperate. He swung his greatsword in a wide arc, trying to force Cyrus back, but Cyrus sidestepped, countering with a quick thrust that grazed the guildmaster’s side.

The guildmaster gasped, the pain sharp and insistent. He stepped back, trying to catch his breath, but Cyrus gave him no respite. The next exchange saw Cyrus disarming the guildmaster with a deft twist of his wrist, the greatsword clattering to the ground. The guildmaster quickly retrieved it, but the momentary lapse had cost him.

Cyrus pressed the advantage, his strikes coming faster and harder. The guildmaster’s blocks grew slower, his parries less effective. Cyrus’s water tendrils added an element of unpredictability, wrapping around the greatsword and pulling it off course just enough to create openings. The guildmaster found himself increasingly on the defensive, his strength waning.

With each passing moment, the guildmaster’s fatigue became more apparent. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his movements lost their earlier precision. Cyrus, by contrast, seemed almost effortless in his attacks, his stamina and skill showing no signs of waning. He struck again, a powerful blow that the guildmaster barely managed to deflect.

The guildmaster tried to rally, launching a desperate counterattack. He swung his greatsword with all his might, aiming to end the fight with a single decisive blow. Cyrus met the attack head-on, his longsword parrying the strike and redirecting the force. The guildmaster staggered, off balance, and Cyrus seized the opportunity.

In a blur of motion, Cyrus closed the distance, his sword striking like lightning. The guildmaster’s defenses crumbled under the onslaught, and he fell to one knee, his greatsword slipping from his grasp. Cyrus stood over him, his longsword poised for a final strike. The guildmaster looked up, his face a mix of exhaustion and resignation.

Cyrus hesitated, then stepped back, lowering his sword. "Enough," he said again, his voice calm. The guildmaster, breathing heavily, nodded in agreement. The fight was over, and the outcome was clear. Cyrus had proven his superiority, and the guildmaster’s respect for him had only grown.

As the tension eased, Cyrus extended a hand to the guildmaster, helping him to his feet. The guildmaster accepted the gesture, his grip firm despite his exhaustion. "You’re a formidable opponent," he said, a hint of a smile returning to his face. "I’ve learned a lot from this."

Cyrus nodded, his expression unreadable. "So have I," he replied. The two warriors stood in silence for a moment, acknowledging the respect that had been earned through their battle. The guildmaster, despite his defeat, felt a sense of pride. He had given his all, and in doing so, had pushed himself to new limits.

The training hall, now quiet, bore the marks of their intense fight. The floor was scuffed and dented, weapons lay scattered, and the air was still thick with the lingering energy of their clash. Yet, within that space, a bond had been forged, one built on mutual respect and the shared experience of combat.