39 Crisis 6yr

Translator: Nyoi_Bo_StudioEditor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio

"No wonder Saul always said you’re the most likely to become a master swordsman in the Pan Continent." Miorich was out of breath. "I lost!" His helmet was nowhere to be seen, and his pale yellow leather armor was tattered. His left boot was torn and showed his toes, and the right boot was covered with dark red patches. What looked funny was his side that had been hit by Ernest’s combat power; the armor had been broken and his red undergarments were showing. But his lance was gleaming, and it was clear that he had enough energy to keep going, if necessary.

"Had we sparred a few days earlier, you wouldn’t have lost," Ernest said, smiling. He looked slightly better than Miorich. While Ernest did look like he had just got beaten up, Miorich looked like a soldier that had escaped from the Monster Cave.

"You’re saying you had a breakthrough in the past several days?"

"Yes."

"I should have challenged you earlier then," Miorich said with remorse.

"I didn’t know you were one to take advantage of others," Ernest pleasantly commented. When he was sparring with Anfey, Anfey imposed too many rules on him. Although he had been inspired by Anfey’s moves, Ernest hadn’t