Capítulo 319: Palm Of The Dragon

Roswil lunged forward with his blade and slashed at Lyrian's neck. However, his attack was swiftly parried.

Lyrian stepped to the side after deflecting Roswil's blow, causing the second-year to stumble forward.

Gathering himself quickly, Roswil turned around to face Lyrian again.

'He's far faster than last time. But, I've grown in strength as well...'

Roswil regained his confidence and lunged in once again--only to have his blade pushed to a stop by Lyrian's sword.

Roswil clenched his teeth, pushing his sword into Lyrian's with all of his might. His hands shook at his own pressure, as his face contorted into one that showed a lot of effort--sweating slightly.

Lyrian, on the other hand, counteracted that push with an unshakable push of his own. His expression was calm--not even a single bead of sweat on his forehead.

"Damn!" Roswil exclaimed, stepping to the side and pulling back his blade.