“That was an excellent finish.”
The praise came out of nowhere.
It was just after the spar had ended and the crowd of hundreds had dispersed.
The duel between Instructor Mu and me had drawn countless eyes. After all, one of the mere three Instructors of ‘Heavenly Sword Mountain’ had lost to me.
And she’d lost to none other than a secret art of the ‘Sword Circle.’
It had been a stage upon which a new application of ‘Invert Heaven’ had been demonstrated.
Not only Instructor Mu’s disciples, but any swordsman studying here would inevitably have taken an interest.
As such, it should have taken quite some time for them all to disperse and for tranquility to return.
That was, if not for the help of the swordsman sitting before me.
The man’s name was the ‘Sword Duke.’
He might once have possessed another title, but to a man who had transcended humanity with nothing more than a single sword, whatever name he’d borne as a human meant nothing anymore.
Someday, perhaps I would become the same.
In truth, once someone became that extraordinary, they didn’t even need a plausible excuse.
All he had to do was silently order everyone away, and hundreds…