"Phew----!"
The wind howled past once again, sending countless leaves flying as it swept across the open space between the first-year student dormitories.
This time, however, the leaves were not sliced apart. Instead, they drifted gracefully past the two male students from either side.
Luo Zhen and Ikki faced each other.
Looking closely, both of them were holding weapons.
They were not Inherent Spirit Armors, merely ordinary wooden swords.
It seemed to be the practice weapon Ikki usually carried with him for his daily training.
But...
"Can you use a sword too?"
Looking at the way Luo Zhen held his sword, Ikki was somewhat taken aback.
"Well, I can use it a little."
Luo Zhen replied lazily, but his posture while holding the sword was extremely casual. He neither assumed a stance nor displayed any skill, merely gripping the sword carelessly and letting it hang toward the ground. He looked completely like an amateur who knew nothing about using a sword.
At first, Ikki was puzzled by Luo Zhen's behavior as well.
But gradually, as if he had sensed something, Ikki's expression began to turn solemn.
"...This is truly incredible."
Ikki took an offensive stance, his gaze fixed tightly on Luo Zhen.
"Although I can see countless openings in you, for some reason, the more I want to attack, the more my instincts tell me it won't work. It's as if my attacks will be avoided or blocked no matter what, as if every move I make will definitely be seen through. It's unbelievable."
Following his instincts, Ikki actually came to such a conclusion.
Luo Zhen raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat impressed.
Although his talent for magic was terrible, Ikki's instincts in actual combat were absurdly sharp.
On top of that, there was the swordsmanship he had just displayed and