Kael had grown stronger over the months.
Arthur could see the results of the three-month training. Kael's body had become more sturdy than before.
Now he could keep his body in motion in accordance with his thoughts.
Kael hadn't evolved his core, but his presence had grown stronger.
Now he no longer looked like a spoiled noble brat. Appearances were necessary up to a certain extent.
When you looked strong, people avoided fights with you.
That was a necessary deterrent to avoid wasting time on such petty things.
Arthur had set some conditions for their spar, limiting his strength to a large extent.
Still, Arthur was no less dangerous than before.
Kael tried to use every move to at least graze the skin on Arthur's body with his sword.
But he failed every time.
The spar ended with Kael being thrown against a tree.
Arthur felt a little guilty as Kael coughed a mouthful of blood.
Maybe he should have gone softer on Kael.
But that wouldn't have achieved the desirable results.
