"Is this the strength of the family prodigy that took my family's seat? Pathetic!"
The first exchange happened fast as Luke simply evaded the incoming sword slashes and stabs.
He moved like a shadow caught in a breeze, jumping around for quite some time, testing his ability to read his opponent's fighting style and confirming the vast gap that now existed between the two of them.
After all he had experienced in the pocket trial, Luke hadn't just gained more raw strength and higher attributes; he had learned a ton from fighting there constantly.
Dealing with deadly dangers daily had stripped away the fluff of academy-style duelling, leaving behind only the cold, hard instincts of a survivor. Thanks to that, standing in front of Bernard, who moved with the rigid, predictable patterns of a textbook, proved to be a breeze.
