Tyron watched in surprise. The gap between him and Adrian was far greater than he had imagined. Even though they were both at the Nascent Stage, they seemed worlds apart. Words couldn’t capture the disparity.

When the third sword struck, it was overwhelmingly fierce. The sword sliced through the air like a storm, tearing through the sky in an instant.

“Ack! Ack!” Madi fell to his knees, coughing up blood. He realized that Adrian’s earlier claim—that he would be defeated in three moves—was true.

Under the relentless assault of Adrian’s sword techniques, Madi had no excuse. He was beaten not just by sheer power but by the brilliance and complexity of Adrian’s swordplay. His defeat was not due to strength but to Adrian’s superior technique and his own lack of understanding.

Filled with rage, Madi glared at Adrian. “I’ll kill you!” And without another word, he fled at high speed.

Tyron watched in astonishment. Adrian was puzzled. Why had Madi run away instead of fighting as he had pro