Four Split Personalities

Game Time PM 17:28

At the southern part of the Caselo Prairie, within the Diesel Family territory, Training Ground Number Three at Twin Lions Fort

With a dull thud, the "Corona Slash Sword Limited Edition" in Motan’s hand spiraled into the air and stuck into the ground a dozen meters away, while he himself, panting heavily, quickly drew the "Justice Mandala Limited Edition" from his waist and held the hilt in reverse, positioning it diagonally in front of him as he took a deep breath...

A fallen leaf fluttered down from the sky, blocking Darian Diesel’s vision for less than half a second, and during that brief moment, Motan had bizarrely ’disappeared’ from where he stood.

Hum—

The faint sound of something slicing through the air rang out, and a bright arc of blade light flared up less than half a meter behind Darian!

Eight Leaves One Blade Style• Form Two — Swift Wind!

"Good boy!"

Even Ya Ya, who had an excellent Dynamic Vision, couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise when she finally relocated Motan’s figure, showing just how unexpected the strike was.

This dog lady, whose body had mostly recovered, had bulged her eyes out and only just managed to catch a glimpse of Motan’s fleeting shadow.

One could see him appearing behind Darian like a ghost, the longsword in his hand ’disappearing’ for a moment in the blink of an eye, without making a single sound throughout the process, until Ya Ya managed to see Motan’s sword clearly again — that’s when the blade light seemed to flash belatedly.

[The previous bark was a fake, it was Mo Wang deliberately letting Uncle Darian hear it!]

Despite possessing instincts sharper than the average wild beast, it was not until Ya Ya had seen the whole process that she realized what had happened, and she was so amazed that even her tail started to fluff up.

If that blade light had been aimed at her, and she released her full strength, entering dual Berserk mode, could she have dodged it?

Unconsciously wondering to herself, the girl concluded that there was a ’seventy percent chance to avoid a fatal blow, twenty percent chance for a complete dodge, and ten percent chance of being killed instantly’; and this was assuming she hadn’t opened the Tengu Zodiac Saints Box and had not used the "Mark of Atair—Giant Smasher". Otherwise, the chances of getting instantly killed or avoiding a vital hit would split down further to thirty-sixty, plus a ten percent chance for a counter-kill. After all, considering Motan’s current defensive power, if Ya Ya could preempt his position, a front attack like that could probably knock him out of combat capability.

All in all, Ya Ya was thoroughly shocked; she had completely not expected Motan, who just a while ago was much weaker than her peak strength, to have progressed to this level.

However, Darian was not Ya Ya; hence, he only raised his unoccupied hand and flicked Motan’s forehead, which seemed to be motionless from his perspective.

Bang!!

With a crisp sound of a head being knocked, Motan, who had been instantly induced into mild concussion, fell flat then and there.

"Your progress is very rapid, but your swordsmanship is too upright, Silent Brother, you truly live up to what great-grandpa saw in you."

Darian chuckled lightly, casually picking up Motan, who was still under the influence of the [Dizziness] effect, and walked to the edge of the training ground. He placed him between Jadka and Ji Xiaoge, who were seated on the ground, and sighed, "Honestly, I’m starting to feel a bit old."

"If you can’t say anything nice, shut your mouth."

Jadka glared at his grandson and said in a gruff voice, "If you’re feeling old, should your great-grandpa be looking for a hole to bury himself in?"

Darian squared up instantly and hastily waved his hands, "You’ve got it wrong, I didn’t mean it like that..."

"Jadka’s just joking."

Ji Xiaoge adeptly took out a frozen salted fish from her bag and applied it to Motan’s forehead while smilingly saying to Darian, "You lose if you take it seriously, Mr. Darian."

"Ha ha, it was indeed a joke, but..."

Jadka laughed twice, then his brows furrowed slightly, "Why do you say Motan’s swordsmanship is too ’upright’? In my opinion, his adaptability and response in combat are top-notch, whether it’s offense, defense, or control, it’s all very flexible. So why does it become ’upright’ when you talk about it?"

Darian smiled and shook his head, "Great-grandpa, you’ve got it all wrong. By ’upright’, I don’t mean his swordplay lacks variation. It’s that even though his fighting method is flexible and varied, it’s too ’uprighteous’. For instance, just now, if he had opened the poison groove on his Mandala sword, and then attacked my groin with the same speed, the threat level of that [Swift Wind] move would have at least doubled."

Jadka: "..."

Ji Xiaoge: "..."

Ya Ya cocked her head to the side: "Woof... what?"

Anthony: "Zzzzz..."

Dabus pursed his lips, saying nothing.

"You are a Great Lord after all."

It was only after a long while that Jadka said with particular exasperation, "Can’t you pay a little attention to your image?"

"There’s nothing to pay attention to, our family precepts must not be violated. As a member of the Diesel family, as a Knight, we must strive to win by any means necessary!"

Darian Diesel patted the wooden sword at his waist and asserted with earnestness, "A living Knight is a good Knight!"

Ji Xiaoge fluttered her wings twice, then whispered mischievously to Jadka, "Your family is really something..."

"It seems since the first Family Head, the Diesel family’s understanding of Knight principles has been a bit skewed."

The old man sighed, shrugged, and said, "Tricks like tripping and other sneaky moves, they take pride in them instead of shame. Do you know how my father defeated my mother? Just as he was about to lose, he feigned weakness, and then while my mom was psychologically shaken, he swept her off her feet with a trip."