Almost one week later, inside the Nexus Training Grounds of the Imperial City, the sharp sound of steel repeatedly striking steel echoed across the practice arena.
*Cling!* *Cling!* *Cling!*
The pair of swords moved so quickly that anyone below the average 4-star Rank would have seen nothing but flickering afterimages.
Lucian Storm was fighting with complete focus, while sweat gathered along his forehead.
Opposite him stood Zion, whose expression remained as calm and emotionless as ever. Every strike Lucian launched was intercepted with perfect precision, every feint was analyzed, and every opening was instantly closed before it could be exploited.
Despite that, Lucian refused to give up.
