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Rise of the supreme commander

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TheRedAbyss61 · Fantasy
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Chapter 16

Three months later

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Cyrus right now is sitting crossed-legged surrounded by spirit stones trying to break through to the middle stage of the Crystal core realm.

In these three months, Cyrus was put through absolute misery, this training reminded Cyrus of the training he did with Maria, except Maria was way harsher and put him through more crazy training than William.

In the first month, Cyrus fought Willliam every day till he fainted, all Cyrus did was fight William, heal himself, and then repeat. Even though Cyrus never spoke he did curse William in his mind with vulgarities he learned.

The second month was all about theory. Cyrus learned about the history of the Spark kingdom and the neighboring countries, pharmacy and blacksmithing. Cyrus only thought about the theory and had to experience the rest himself, that is what William told him.

The third month was a little different as Cyrus was dropped into an arena with other cultivators of William's platoon, of course, all of the participating members were stronger in cultivation than Cyrus they were the squad captains of the black demon platoon and they were part of the black demon corps an army directly controlled by the king. The black demon corps was known as the blade of the king as they killed traitors and were the trump card of the kingdom.

There are rumors that the commander of the black demon corps has reached the peak of the earth realm and has half a foot in the sky realm, almost reaching the same realm as the king of the Spark kingdom.

Even though Every participant had stronger cultivation than Cyrus, they were only allowed to use their martial skills and not their superior cultivation advantage, Not that they would be able to as Cyrus can skip stages to battle stronger opponents. The rest of the platoon did not know that as Cyrus experienced one-sided beating so he could not show how great he was.

After going through these challenges Cyrus could finally show the fruits of his labor he beat every one of his challengers and did so with relative ease as the squad leaders were no pushovers, no thrash was allowed in the black demon army.

After defeating his last opponent William appeared before Cyrus.

William was a man that appeared to be in his twenties, with short brown hair and eyes, a chiseled face with a scar across his left eyebrow. William had a large build with wide shoulders and long arms he stood a towering 7 feet with a wide grin on his face.

William donned his armor for this occasion, the armor was black colored with no shoulder plates only a chest plate with arm guards and some armor on his legs. William could feel that Cyrus was at the cusp of breaking through in his cultivation of Intent.

Cyrus and William stood face to face fifteen meters apart. The tension in the air was almost suffocating the squad leaders of the black demon platoon were feeling great pressure from only this stare-down.

'The kid must be under even greater pressure' Is what all the squad leaders thought.

And they were right, under the pressure that William was putting on, Cyrus was feeling as if a mountain was pressing on his chest his breathing became haggard and he began to sweat. This time William was facing him as if he were a great adversary.

''Dripple''

A drop of sweat fell on the ground and this announced the start of their battle.

''Swoosh''

Both the fighters moved towards each other with great speed.

''Clank''

''Clank''

''Clank''

Cut, slash, block, parries, and thrust were all used in the battle, at first Cyrus could keep up with William but William held back to give Cyrus a chance to counter as the battle continued William began to put more pressure on Cyrus by raising the bar.

''Clank''

''Clank''

''Clank''

The longer the battle went on the more in awe the soldiers were. The sound of the battle attracted more soldiers of the black demon platoon, as it was no secret what was happening the past few months.

'''Wow, look at the kid''

''He is getting stronger as the battle goes on''

''What a monster''

''Let's bet on who wins this fight''

The soldiers bet on Cyrus winning as they wanted to see their captain lose and be embarrassed by a little kid that has not even grown a hair on his face. They bet with gold and silver as spirit stones were mainly used for cultivation.

Even though William was concentrating on his fight with Cyrus he could still hear his soldiers talking thrash about him this made him so mad that he unknowingly increased the pressure on Cyrus. 'These idiots, I will kick their ass later' William shot his soldiers a menacing stare.

All the spectating soldiers felt a chill run down their spine. As cold sweat began to form on there for heads.

'Shit, we messed up'

'Captain is going to punish us'

'I hope my a*s won't get punctured'

After fighting for three hours Cyrus could not even counterattack anymore all he could do was block or dodge, everytime he blocked an attack his arms would feel numb and every time he dodged he would get cut somewhere on his body just by the sheer wind pressure of Williams attacks.

Cyrus's body was covered in his own blood, Cyrus at this moment was moving only by sheer will.

'Come on kid, you are almost there, accomplish what I could not'

Cyrus with a fuzzy mind started to get into a sort of trance where all he could feel and see was his spear. Cyrus began executing all the spear techniques he knew but this time they were different as they were performed in a fluid manner with no pause.

William began to feel as if he was being pulled inside a vortex slowly and steadily.

'Thrust of the great general'

Cyrus used his strongest attack and...

''Wang''

Cyrus broke through and achieved spear intent the attack of Cyrus caught William by surprise as the attack was stronger than a normal attack fused with intent.

''Boom''

William was sent flying, he spun in the air for a while before landing on his feet.

''Dripple''

''Dripple''

Blood streamed down his face of William as a cut began to form on his cheek.

''HE FORMED TWO INTENTS AT THE SAME TIME!''

After that beatifull attack Cyrus fainted not knowing that he comprehended two Intents on this faithfull day.