Only a genius like Anakin had enough to offer for the Sith to bother recruiting him. The Sith didn't think much of any other Jedi Knight!
Anakin gripped his lightsaber and backed away a few steps, his confidence growing.
The Force—and even the mighty Sith—was nothing special after all!
With his confidence surging, the lightsaber in his hand flickered, emitting dazzling light!
"Sith! Taste my blade!" Anakin swung his lightsaber and charged forward steadily, aiming straight for the Sith's heart.
The Sith sneered. Though he had indeed underestimated Anakin just now, and Anakin's strength had improved, he would need to train for decades before he could take on the Sith!
The Sith didn't draw his lightsaber. Instead, he once again stretched both hands toward the sky, his fingers twitching!
Two clusters of black-violet lightning gathered in his hands!
Anakin paid no heed. Like a ferocious tiger, he gripped his lightsaber and slammed it into the two clusters of black lightning!
"Ah!!!" Anakin was hurled backward! Black lightning coiled around his body, repeatedly lashing him with streaks of blood.
Darth Sidious was also forced back a large step by Anakin's lightsaber strike, a trace of black blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"This guy's swordsmanship seems much better than before. Where did he learn that move? It's clearly one of the oldest Jedi swordsmanship styles, one that focuses more on using the Force and less on swordplay." The Sith touched the blood at the corner of his mouth.
The situation had taken a strange turn.
He knew Anakin's abilities all too well.
Anakin was decent, but in the Sith's eyes, he had potential and little else. If they really fought, the Sith could kill two Anakins with one hand.
But after a period of seclusion, Anakin had changed so