They arrived at the center of the training ground and stood facing each other.
Hebrew reached down and unfastened the Legendary-tier Knight's Longsword at his waist, putting it into his Space Equipment. Then he grabbed two ordinary iron swords used for training from a distance.
"Uncle, catch."
The old man raised a hand and caught the iron sword Hebrew threw over, wrapping the blade in pale golden magic to keep it from being damaged during the duel.
Seeing his movement, Hebrew did not hesitate at all. He wrapped his own blade in battle aura, then charged forward.
Neither of them used transcendent power. It was purely a contest of sword speed.
But even so, most of the soldiers sitting outside the training ground could not even see their afterimages clearly. Only a few Gold Tier Transcendents could barely catch a trace of shadow, proving that two people were fighting in the center of the field.
As time passed, Hebrew fought with growing vigor. Sure enough, his intuition had not been wrong. This uncle before him truly was formidable.
Watch Hebrew grow more and more excited, the old man's eyes filled with approval.
"It's time to end this."
Hebrew was just about to continue his attack when he heard those words. His vision blurred, and an iron sword was already pressed straight against his throat.
"Uh!"
He lowered his head and looked at the iron sword wrapped in pale golden magic, his face filled with disbelief.
Before he had even seen the uncle's movement clearly, that iron sword had already appeared there.
If this had been on a battlefield, he would probably be dead through and through by now.
Hebrew raised his head and looked at the calm, composed old man, light blooming in his eyes. If he introduced this uncle