Although the attack failed, Hulim did not waver at all. Instead, she launched a series of high-speed attacks while the opponent was still unable to gain a foothold.
Dangdangdang...
The sound of wooden swords clashing unceasingly echoed in the courtyard. Because Hulim held on tightly, Amen could only accept the attack and fight back despite being in an unfavorable situation.
"...Ha, Hulim, I'm impressed. You've actually mastered Huiguang."
During the fierce close-quarters sword fight, Amon spoke.
But Hulim remained unmoved, just kept silent, and kept swinging the wooden sword in his hand, and the speed seemed to be getting faster and faster.
"Oh~! Awesome, awesome! Can the speed be increased? Looks like we're not far from the second form of hunting!"
As if unaware of Hulim's silence, Amen continued.
"However, the moves are still——"
“So tender!”
Whoosh...
A sound like a strong wind rang out.
when--!
Along with a crisp sound, the feeling of the wooden sword breaking was felt.
The sound of fighting stopped abruptly, and the wooden sword in Hulim's hand, which was broken into two pieces, flew high into the air and finally landed on the ground in the distance.
A whirlwind of sword shadows surrounded Yamen, but he did not take any further action.
The third style of Haieral swordsmanship - Imperial Storm.
The outcome is self-evident.
In this competition, Amen and Hulim did not use ordinary swordsmanship, but the Hailar swordsmanship that was extremely famous throughout the empire. It was also their family swordsmanship, which originated from their ancestor Olubet. From low to high, it was divided into five styles.
They are Huiguang, Shoujian, Yulan, Xingshan, and Ruolei.
It was precisely because of this swordsmanship that even though the power of the Haieral family continued to shrink and was even at its wit's end at one point, no one in the empire had ever thought of taking the Haieral family's title.
"Lost..."
Hulim looked at her empty hands, stunned for a moment.
"Uh... don't take it too seriously, Hulim. After all, I've been training for a few more years than you, so it's normal for me to win. Besides, you managed to fight me for this long and nearly put me in danger. You're quite impressive. Maybe you're a genius in swordsmanship, right?"
Yamen put away his wooden sword and tried to comfort him in a panic.
"Really?"
Hulim looked up and asked.
"Yes, Dad, I can promise!"
At this time, Lezelian's voice came from the side.
"Dad, when did you get here?!"
"Father."
Lezelian came over with a smile.
"I came here not long after you started competing."
Then, he turned to Hulim and said, "Hulim, just as Yamen said, it only took one year for you to fully master the first form of our Haiyelal family swordsmanship, Huiguang. You've even reached the threshold of the second form, Shoujian. That's quite remarkable!"
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