Amber Sword

"Skill acquisition detected—"

"Skill type: Ordinary category. Swordsmanship classification, Law: Dragon Clan, Space."

"Flash Sword Lv0 [Basic] (Dragon Clan/Ancient): A special technique allows your blade to bend dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain distance in space (5m)."

"Other bonuses: (Basic: None), (Ancient trait: Cannot be learned as an Ordinary Skill, Experience required increased.)"

In the eyes of that Templar and Antitina, Ben looked slightly stunned after listening to the description. But what they couldn’t see was everything happening on the level of thought—Ben’s mind was rapidly communicating with Saint Ausor’s mind.

"This Sword Skill seems even more complicated than Wind Queen Nine Luminaries."

"Oh? Why do you say that? My swordsmanship is in no way inferior to that brat Ghert’s. If your answer doesn’t satisfy me, no matter how dangerous the situation is right now, I’ll make sure to give you a proper lesson." The Wind Queen’s smile was full of dangerous implication.

Ben gave a wry smile, thinking, aren’t you already handing me the answer yourself? He glanced at the number 4120 behind the learning Experience, clearly remembering that Wind Queen Nine Luminaries had a requirement of 3550 back then, but still answered with a bitter smile: "More complex doesn’t necessarily mean better. Compared to it, Lord, your swordsmanship is much more refined."

"After fooling around with that Princess for a short while your mouth’s gotten a lot sweeter, but from an older sister’s standpoint, if your mouth gets even sweeter, I’d be even happier." The Wind Queen smiled ambiguously, making one feel that the other three Legendary figures who once adventured with her must have suffered greatly—the reason the King of Flames achieved the great deed of saving the World must have had quite a lot to do with this older sister Lord’s relentless supervision. "Still, even if you say it outright I won’t be angry. Ghert’s swordsmanship is, after all, a Dragon Clan inheritance, and in my era Wind Queen Nine Luminaries still hadn’t been tempered by time—"

That was probably indeed one of the reasons. Though Saint Ausor didn’t say it directly, she indirectly proved that in some respects Flash Sword was superior to Wind Queen Nine Luminaries. But as she said, being able to improve a Sword Skill that could be mentioned in the same breath as one bestowed by the Dragon King upon Mortals was itself a kind of honor.

But Ben would never easily believe the Elf Sister’s nonsense about "even if you say it outright I won’t be angry." He’d bet that if he really dared say it, she would absolutely make him pay—history had proved it: what women say absolutely can’t be taken at face value.

"But with your Talent, learning it shouldn’t be a problem, right?" Saint Ausor still seemed somewhat resentful over how quickly Ben had progressed when learning her swordsmanship.

She’d been hailed since childhood as the most outstanding genius the Mist Elf Clan had seen in a thousand years. By Elf age, she started learning this ancient art at thirty-five, and by the time of her coming-of-age ceremony she had already fully mastered it. By the middle stages of the Saint War, she personally improved the Moonlit Sword and turned it into a Magic Sword Skill, and afterward became famous throughout the World under the name Wind Queen Nine Luminaries.

Yet she had no choice but to dejectedly discover that, compared to Ben, she who had already been monstrous enough to be called a freak seemed to be only at an Ordinary person’s level.

"Maybe I can give it a try," Ben replied.

"’Maybe I can give it a try’—" The Elf Sister snorted softly. Although the better the Inheritor, the more at ease she felt, sometimes being too outstanding would also stir jealousy.

For Ben, the Experience from the Book of Mavikart had basically been exhausted, but the small remainder was still enough to learn entry-level Flash Sword. The speed of mental exchange had already broken free from the usual constraints of time; their conversation was completed in an Instant.

He came back to himself, and the pale green panel unfolded in his field of vision. Time seemed to slow down; behind the transparent interface those clawing Demons were lunging at him. He flowed with the motion, his Sword sealing off the foe’s path.

The last line of text on his retina had only just unfolded: Skill acquisition detected, approve—?

"Approve!"

Ben knocked aside that Little Demon’s claws with a single Sword, making it lose its balance and tumble to the ground. Then he turned the Earth Sword and thrust it into the Demon’s back, its purple-black blood splashing all over his arm.

"Beginning to copy Flash Sword data and related knowledge—"

𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Warning, conflicting Skill of the same category detected. Skill name: Erune Army Military Swordsmanship. Skill type: Ordinary category. Swordsmanship classification, Law: Black Iron."