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While Dale Bock's arrogant words still echoed beneath the night sky, a chilling aura descended from above. Watching the White Giant Bird soar with its wings spread, feeling the pressure radiating from it, the priest of the Inner River God Cult paled slightly.
[Swiftbird Swordsmanship]!
Dale Bock naturally recognized this swordsmanship!
After all, his elder brother, Joel Coleman, possessed and specialized in it!
But the [Swiftbird Swordsmanship] before him was different from his brother Joel Coleman's.
His brother had already cultivated [Swiftbird Swordsmanship] to its utmost limits, reaching step-entry three years ago. Every swing of his sword summoned a giant bird's phantom, his strikes fierce and swift.
Often, only after he had finished his strike and sheathed his sword did the victim realize they had been cut.
Precisely because of this, his brother Joel Coleman was widely acknowledged as the strongest of the younger generation in the Inner Bay. His talent and strength, in particular, were hailed as something seen only once in a century.
Yet the [Swiftbird Swordsmanship] before him was even stronger!
Not only were its strikes fierce, but it also had...
Pressure!
Pressure that belonged exclusively to an Ascendant!
But how could [Swiftbird Swordsmanship] allow someone to become an Ascendant?
Unless...
A breakthrough!
Someone had broken through the limits of [Swiftbird Swordsmanship]!
And brought [Swiftbird Swordsmanship] to an entirely new realm!
But was that possible?
Dale Bock instinctively shook his head.
Over the past three years, his brother had made countless attempts to break through the limits of [Swiftbird Swordsmanship], narrowly escaping death several times.
Even the most ordinary of those attempts had made his scalp prickle.
Yet despite all that, his brother had still failed to break through.
So Dale Bock instinctively refused to believe it.
But watching the lifelike phantom of the White Giant