As expected, Emma Swei lasted only twenty exchanges before losing, and Zeng Mu had yet to use his full strength. Her clumsy swordsmanship forced him to hold back a little to avoid hurting her too badly. After all, he already knew that Emma Swei was Duke Jerry's daughter, and this was not their first meeting.
"You won, and beautifully at that." Emma Swei looked at the Steel Sword lying on the ground, then turned her head toward him.
With three consecutive victories, Nameless's exquisite swordsmanship left the young men and women watching in disbelief. Most still could not follow the path of his blade. Every strike sliced through the air, leaving trails of afterimages, and he had not even used elemental power. If he truly went all out, they could scarcely imagine how fast the Steel Sword in his hand would become.
The fourth challenger was Xia Bojin, who had abruptly lost while Tonyson was praising him. The moment he stepped forward and met Zeng Mu's eyes, Zeng Mu understood that his earlier defeat against Sibigail had not been a matter of ability, but distraction. Only Xia Bojin himself knew what had distracted him.
He was an expert. The way he drew his sword made that clear. He had probably practiced swordsmanship for over ten years.
In truth, Xia Bojin had only begun training with weapons at eighteen, a mere six years ago. What Zeng Mu did not know was that Arthur's body had started a year earlier than Kanni, who enlisted at twelve, and had practiced swordsmanship for eleven years. Even before joining the army, Arthur had been the strongest young swordsman within a thousand miles of Wheat-Awn Mountain.
Before turning eighteen, Xia Bojin had studied pottery under his father. From the age of eight, he had carried clay,