Chapter 60: An Excuse to Use it [2]
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The silence in the training hall was so thick you could almost feel it. Then, like a crack of thunder, the first strike fell.
Nathan launched himself forward with no hesitation, no testing of the waters, no measured exchange of courtesy strikes. His greatsword— a wooden replica in shape only— came crashing down from over his shoulder with a sound that split the air. The force of the blow sent a rush of displaced wind racing outward. Arios didn't block it. He sidestepped, his boots scraping against the stone floor, his body twisting just enough to let the blade whistle past his ear. The ground where he'd been standing quaked as Nathan's sword struck, splintering stone tiles and leaving a jagged, foot-deep crater.
A wave of gasps ripped through the crowd.
"Did you see that?!" a student shouted from behind.
"He cracked the floor!" One exclaimed.
"No way Pureheart lasts against that kind of power!"
