Pov- Vivianne
"Today we just finished sparring, and no matter what I did to distract myself, I couldn't help but steal glances at his face,"
"Today I was going to teach him the first stage of Divine Sword Arts, that is, to invoke sword sense, although this stage didn't strictly require a Sword Physique. It still takes decades of training for an average cultivator to achieve sword sense. Even with his remarkable talent in sword arts, it would still take him a yea–
Suddenly, a brilliant white light spread from his body; it was so sharp that even I, a Vital Core Realm cultivator, felt my skin prickle.
My head suddenly went blank, my legs wobbled, and I stumbled a few steps back in horror, pointing a wobbling finger at the monster.
"S-Sword Aura!?" My voice barely made it past my throat.
I recognized that aura—that damn aura! That level was just a step below my master's!
B-but how!? That isn't something you just get after a few spars and a bit of talent!
Sword Aura!?, Impossible! he skipped the 2 entire stages. Does that mean he already grasped [Sword Sense] and [Sword Intent]?
T-this guy, just who the hell is he?
Pov- End
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Rahu could feel it, the sharpness of the sword, the will of the sword. Thousands of different ways to use the sword flooded his mind like a tsunami.
But his physique negated all the drawbacks his mind endured. With a will, a terrifying intent manifested before him in the shape of a sword.
Indeed, he could will a sword into existence, through his sheer intent and mana, [Sword Aura] condensed in front of him in the shape of a sword.
But its peculiarities didn't end there, for its colour was truly different from the normal sword aura.
It was dark violet in color—just like his eyes. It gave off an eerie aura rather than that of a pure and white glow, which a normal cultivator would possess.
His sharpened senses rose to new heights.
He gently opened his eyes, glancing at Vivianne with a mischievous smirk, and swung his hands at the foolish, gawking girl.
Vivianne blinked and raised her hands instinctively to protect herself. The [Aura] just passed through her harmlessly. She tilted her head in confusion.
Fwu-Fwu~
A teasing whistle rang out. Vivianne glanced at Rahu, whose eyes were devouring her body like a thirsty man.
She quickly looked down and saw—nothing.
Her milky-white breasts were open for the world to see, and her pink nipples felt the wind brush past them.
"Mhm, although you should trim it sometimes, that silver bush has its own charm."
Vivianne robotically looked down at his words; indeed, even her panties were not spared, she was in her royal birthday suit now.
Several veins popped on her forehead. She waved her hand, and a blue sword materialized in front of her. Gripping the sword tightly, she glared at Rahu, who was still whistling.
Raising his hands, "Well, I just wanted to peek at your breasts, but my 'control' isn't exactly at its best right now," he shrugged.
"Bastard! It's either me or you today!" With a roar, she dashed towards Rahu, swinging her sword.
"Hahaha, well, that is if you catch me," he ran off. They were gonna leave anyway. So why not leave in a jolly way?
"Stop! You bastard, if I didn't shove my sword in your ass today, I would not be called Vivianne Rivera!" saying that she chased the running rat.
"Heh, indeed it seems I would get caught—those two are really distracting me," He said with a laugh. Running through the forest.
This cat-and-mouse chase continued for a few minutes before,
Abruptly, Rahu stopped as his senses flared. He sensed someone, or more accurately, a group—a few miles ahead.
There he saw them, a group of cultivators, or could they even be called such; they looked like bandits. They were all laughing. A total of 7 members.
Behind them stood three bulky caravans, filled to the brim. It seems they had struck gold this time.
Vivianne too halted seeing Rahu's expression and focused ahead, she too sensed the group, quickly taking out a pair of clothes, she wore them. After all, no one except Rahu had the fortune of glancing at her body.
Then there she saw it, a demonic grin, stretching unusually wide, plastered on his face. She cringed inwardly. That didn't suit his handsome face at all!
"Wow, it seems Lady Luck is really in the mood today!" Rahu said his lips curled into a mocking grin.
"Stay here, kid, I'll handle it. The strongest there is only the first stage of the Vital Core Realm. Intervene when my life is truly in danger, and oh, see those caravans behind them? Go and empty them, it seems that while I was on my way to the forest, I dropped them there."
Without waiting for her reply, he dashed towards the group.
"W-wait, Rahu! You damn bastard," She cursed, but followed.
When he was a mile away from them, the leader of the group, a tall, burly man, immediately sensed the intruder.
"There's an attack! Be careful!" He barked orders but didn't move. Because he had sensed the opponent's strength, the fifth stage Body Structuring Realm! That bastard's balls are definitely made of steel to attack a group of seven cultivators with that strength.
Two men were checking the goods within the caravan while the five of them were laughing and watching amusingly as he was rushing towards them.
"Wow, look at this brat, gotta give it to him, he has courage," one of them laughed. The others too, still didn't take any of this seriously.
Rahu, still rushing with a grin, pulled out his seax, gripping it with his fingers, he threw it at the man beside the leader.
"Haha, look at this bastard, rushing to his death!"
The blade made a deadly ray and stuck to the man who had just raised a single hand to block.
The seax tore through his hands and stuck his forehead, coming out of the other side. The man collapsed with a thud, his eyes widened, wondering what had happened.
The laughter died instantly, their eyes bulging in horror.
"H-how the fuck!?"
"FORMATION! THE ENEMY IS DANGEROUS!" The leader screamed.