In the dim tunnel, Luosang the Second narrowly deflected his opponent's vicious sword strike.
Without hesitation, he bent his knees and stepped forward, charging into the white smoke that obscured his vision before sweeping his blade back!
After all these years, the movements and footwork of the Ten Legion Forms had long since become instinctive to him, melded into his soul through endless tempering. There was no need to observe or think.
Until his sword was suddenly blocked!
"Clang!"
Amid the ear-piercing ring of metal, his enemy firmly parried his blade.
"Too careless, squire."
Hearing his opponent's words, Luosang the Second's eyes flickered.
"If you want to become a knight, then take it more seriously!"
Knight Hua Jin emerged from the spreading white smoke. His tone was stern as he twisted his longsword with tremendous force!
"Swish!"
Amid the scraping of blades, the two separated again.
Luosang the Second retreated three steps before steadying himself.
But he did not immediately counterattack. Instead, he stared at his sword, his gaze unfocused.
Wanting to become a knight...
Becoming a knight...
Knight...
[Remember, squire! A knight is not merely a title. It represents a history, a culture, a people, a spirit, and a belief... And the knight's path is a road of ascension worth spending your entire life comprehending and practicing!]
Luosang's expression did not change, but his grip tightened around the hilt.
Faint white smoke rose and spread around him, mysterious and ominous.
Before him, Knight Hua Jin stood calm and unhurried, as though this were merely an ordinary training session.
Luosang remained silent for several seconds before slowly raising his head to look at the person before him.
"Such orthodox Ten Legion Forms... You, are you really you?"
Hua Jin paused at his words, then lowered his blade and smiled faintly.