Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 91 Dual Swords Style

"Messophie, if you have time, help train Aglaia. Your followers are too weak, or people will gossip."

"Young master, I'm not suited to be a sparring partner for girls! I'm currently training Guts, could you please find someone else?"

"Who else can I turn to?"

Tai'an stared at the empty bowl of noodles in front of him, racking his brains. The first person he thought of was Bruno, his sister's protector.

The old man was once a powerful super-level magic swordsman, more than capable of teaching Aglaia. Unfortunately, his primary job was to protect Taiya's safety, so he couldn't possibly abandon his duties to become Aglaia's swordsmanship teacher.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck my mind. Tai'an Fuzhi's spirit releases the transmission of spiritual power.

"Ovisca! How's your swordsmanship...?"

"It's alright."

"I hope you will become Aglaia's teacher."

With everything arranged, Tai'an returned to his room to rest, satisfied. There was another duel scheduled for 2 PM.

Royal Capital, the residence of the Tulip Family.

The white castle was entirely sculpted by transformation magic. Its walls were smooth and seamless. Patrolling soldiers roamed the rooftop platform. Occasionally, flying vehicles and magical beast mounts would take off and land.

A pink-haired woman stood by the window, looking down at the snow-covered garden below in a daze.

"My daughter! Do you really have any confidence...?" Deyulan crossed her arms, looking quite worried.

Ordinary humans marry around the age of fourteen or fifteen. Although the tulip family has longevity blood, their parents are quite worried because they are over thirty and still unmarried, or even have no intention of dating.

Back then, Vera gave birth to her eldest daughter at the age of twenty-seven. Even so, despite her efforts, De Youlan only has two descendants.

Long-lived species already have poor reproductive capabilities. Missing this crucial opportunity to reproduce will only make it increasingly difficult to conceive in the future…

"What I want, I will definitely get." hope's tone was inexplicably confident.

"Don't underestimate him!" De Yulan warned, "The kid is incredibly strange; he didn't even use his full strength when he hit me."

Given the Tulip family's control over the academy, they would naturally be aware of Dawn's Tears' intelligence.

It was able to withstand the mental energy shield of a half-step Saint Realm expert, which Jin Sili called a groundbreaking innovation.

Deyulan knew very well that although his daughter was talented, she had not been training for long enough to compare with the experience of veteran experts.

The odds of winning this battle are slim.

"If all else fails, we'll talk to his parents. As long as we have enough resources, I don't believe we can't buy it..." De Yulan slammed his fist into his palm.

As the sun rises, the snow on the ground continues to melt.

In the woods, two figures kept crossing paths.

Guts, wearing a thin white vest, held a wooden sword in one hand and stared intently at his opponent.

His arms and shoulders were covered with white marks from being slashed.

"Not bad! Your combat skills have improved." Musophie moved with graceful ease, one hand behind her back, dodging Guts's series of slashes as if taking a leisurely stroll. "It seems you've grasped the importance of restraint and changing tactics, which is commendable..."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior!" Gus said respectfully.

"I have a set of self-created sword techniques to teach you, called the Thirty-Six Forms of Bamboo Wind. I hope you can learn from them and use them flexibly."

Musophie produced another bamboo knife from somewhere, and the way she held it with both hands made Gus's heart tremble slightly.

Dual-wielding!

Legend has it that if one can skillfully wield two weapons, the combat power is not simply an addition of one weapon to the other, but a leap forward. Swordsmen of the same level would find it difficult to withstand the frenzied attacks of a dual-wielding swordsman.

If the buffs from the two inscribed swords complement each other, the overall strength will undergo a qualitative change.

"Watch closely! Bamboo Wind Thirty-Six Styles, First Style: Wild Slash!" The panda charged like an arrow, using a large tree as his enemy, wildly swinging his bamboo sword. While seemingly aggressive, he was actually holding back, leaving only shallow marks on the tree bark: "Did you see the key point?"

"Swing your shoulders?" Gus asked, sounding uncertain.

"Not bad." Mussophie nodded slightly. "A promising young man."

"What does '孺子可教' mean?"

"I don't know either. The village book has this word, which roughly means that you are a talent worth cultivating."

"You flatter me..."

Guts tried several times and roughly grasped the key points of attacking with his shoulder and arm together. He felt that the frenzied attack style of dual swords suited him very well. Just thinking about the thrill of trading blows and facing a powerful enemy head-on was exhilarating.

However, needing two weapons would be a huge expense.

"Bamboo Wind Thirty-Six Styles, Second Style: Crossed Fang Parry. When a powerful enemy charges up with a powerful strike, you simultaneously raise both swords and use the point where they cross to block the attack." Musophie assumed a low horse stance, signaling Gus to attack.

Guss didn't hold back, putting all his strength into a single strike with his sword.

The swords clashed, producing a dull thud.

Mussofi parried easily and steadily, his twin blades blocking Gus's edge. Then, he used both arms to exert force at the moment his opponent was exhausted, and deflected his weapon.

Guts gripped the bamboo sword tightly in his hand. Not giving up his weapon was his last vestige of dignity and stubbornness. Inevitably, this left him vulnerable, and he knew that there were many opportunities to win at this moment.

Mussophie did not press her advantage. Instead, she lowered her sword and waited for Gus to regroup before throwing him a bamboo knife.

"Next, I will attack you. I will start with 30% of my strength, taking it one step at a time."

"Butler, please use all your strength! I can handle it."

"Thirty percent of your strength is my assessment of your power. Don't underestimate me! I am a bear-man with extraordinary talent..."

On one side, Mussofi accompanied Gus during training. On the other side, Ovisga brought Aglaia to an open field.

The two stood facing each other beside a large cemetery filled with negative energy.

"I will fight using a power level similar to yours!" Oversga released his mental power: "Attack me first."

It actually possesses clear thinking ability! Could it be that Ovisga is actually a high-level undead creature?

Aglaia realized that the skeleton in front of her was unusual. She had initially thought it was a spy sent by the young master to keep an eye on things, but now it seemed that it was probably just wishful thinking on her part.

The young master probably never doubted himself from beginning to end...

A wave of shame washed over Aglaia, and she gathered her thoughts, focusing intently on her opponent.

High-level undead correspond to the elite stage, and even formal-stage combatants would have a hard time winning against them. She had no reason to be careless. Battle aura enveloped her feet, amplifying her speed, and she charged forward relentlessly towards Ovisga.

With a low, invigorating shout, Aglaia slashed out with her sword, striking Ovisga squarely in the shoulder.

The skeletal angel stood motionless.

Aglaia's arms went numb, and the bamboo knife in her hand almost flew out of her hand. She managed to step back a few steps and stand still.

Oversca sent a telepathic message: "I know your speed and power..."

(End of this chapter)