However, he didn't react as I anticipated.
His expression relaxed instantly, and his gaze became tranquil. No longer filled with rage.
Then, he released a deep sigh. "No, it isn't a problem. You're right. We are just learning, so a few mistakes could happen here and there," he said.
"It's my turn."
I got into position.
Without saying another word, Jaran thrust his wooden sword forward.
Swoosh!!
I sneered inwardly, seeing the wooden blade aimed at my head once more.
I sidestepped to the side.
Contrary to my expectations, this time around, the wooden blade didn't stop. Instead, it changed trajectory, cutting down from the side.
I was about to evade the blade once more. But I realised that I couldn't move my body.
My movements were hindered.
I saw an azure wind enveloping Jaran's wooden blade, and it turned it into a blur.
My vision blurred as I gazed at it.
I quickly remembered the renowned sacred art of the Windcrest clan.
The Azure Skybind Gale Sacred Art!
