Sparring

Clemton and the platoon leader, Arnel, gaped in disbelief at what they just had witnessed.

They were the only ones who understood exactly what happened.

Everyone else were confused.

'As a seasoned veteran, I can see through young master Lance's plan from miles away. But to think that the young lady perceived her brother's plan with just a glance... Those discerning eyes of hers are remarkable, and could prove to be a lethal weapon against her future opponents.

'As for young master Lance, as usual, his instincts is a sight to behold. Knowing he was in danger, and had low success rate escaping it, he immediately took the appropriate move to minimize the damage dealt on his body.

'These two... At such a young age of four, their talents are both extraordinary. I wonder if it's the result of their offspring.'

Arnel, a battle experienced swordsman who loves to fight with a burning passion, thought in awe inwardly.

His hair already turned white, a muscular build, and a long scar running from under his right eye to his left cheek. His frame is encased in a cumbersome suit of silver plated armor, and a great sword propped up before him on the ground.

He looks around to know if there is someone who share the same feeling as him.

Silence enveloped them all, but for different reasons to Arnel's, and then he made eye contact with Clemton.

...

No words were spoken between them, as the shared look between them conveyed their equal admiration towards the young prodigies.

Voltaire saw their faces looking at each other with such vehemence and joked to himself that they're being 'weird' and 'fishy'.

Frankly speaking, he knows that's not the case. He already knows that his butler, Clemton, is a former assassin and has the skills to proved it.

As for Arnel, he doesn't know him that much, but being a squad leader indicates that he must possess some degree of battle experience.

In this situation, the perfect way to understand what exactly is happening is to rely on experts like them.

Voltaire then turned his head to Julia's direction.

Julia as someone who's very closed to him immediately realize what's the meaning behind that look and take action.

While everyone was confused about what happened.

Julia took the words out of everyone's mouth, "What is happening? It looks like young master Lance has the advantage but now, he has wounds all over his right arm."

"It's the young lady's doing," Clemton, who understand the situation started to explain things.

"Young master Lance has exceptional firepower like the knights said.

"His first attack, he swung widely. That would make an amateur lower its guard thinking his fighting style is simple and reckless."

It's right on the mark, Julia who's not a fighter, Voltaire, a baby with no battle experience, and majority of the knights thought exactly like that.

All of a sudden, they felt a little depressed on how clueless they are.

Clemton saw this but he simply ignored it and continues.

"The delayed explosion meant to surprise his opponent when they finally lowered their guard. The surprise factor would maximized the damage from his already powerful fire attribute.

"It's a perfect plan if you think about it. However, there's a huge flaw. It's obvious from young master's expression that he's planning something.

"Young lady Leisha notice his face and take advantage of that by appearing to drop her guard, she aimed to coax her rival into relaxing his own defenses, while also gathering information about his intentions to prepare a countermove.

"From what everyone can see, young master Lance has fallen victim to his own trap."

Now everyone seems to understand what is happening with the fight, but there's still a question unanswered—How did Lance get those wounds?

"Idiots! You still don't get it?!"

This time, it's Arnel who spoke. An irritation to his squad members is obvious from his voice.

"Young lady Leisha is naturally lighter on her feet compare to young master Lance.

Furthermore, her wind attribute makes her more adept at swift and rapid actions.

"She uses her wind attribute to cause a gust of wind surrounding them and use her wind to change the direction of the explosion toward young master Lance just millisecond before the explosion.

"He ate his own attack due to that, resulting in the wounds you idiots can see.

"It would cause serious problems if the young master Lance, didn't let go of his sword. While the young master is dealing with it, the young lady swiftly moved behind him to launch her next attack. And now here we are."

Everyone was mesmerized by the explanation of these two.

Voltaire even clapped with enthusiasm.

'As expected, the experts are on a whole different level! I should take a mental note of this.'

"I will attack him from behind was indeed the idea, but you already spoiled it, old man." Leisha pompously said.

Usually, doubting and pointing out the wrongdoings of a royalty will make someone pay, however, this is a fight.

'They won't improve unless criticize and explain every move they make.'

Those words came from their parents themselves.

That's why, despite the death stare Leisha is giving Arnel, he's not bothered at all.

"Well, it's not I'm mad at you when you're just explaining things to the clueless."

On the other hand, Lance picked up his sword with his left arm.

His right arm can be heal after the fight without difficulty. However, he's still in the middle of the fight.

He can still use his right arm without difficulty; however, he was feeling pain on every movement.

That will just hinder him so he is now forced to mainly use his left arm.

"Is that so, I almost lost," Lance, with a force smile in his face, said, "But the fight is not over, we're just starting."

The two, once again, prepare their stance. It's the beginning of round two.

Leisha, without further ado, propelled herself with her wind attribute making her front dash quicker than normal.

She condensed a mana at the tip of her rapier.

And then, thrust her rapier toward Lance.

Lance dodged to his right and from orthodox stance, he can easily throw an attack of his own with his sword held by his left arm.

His eyes flickered with intensity as he tapped into his fire attribute. The energy flowed through him, and soon his sword was wreathed in flames.

The heat emanating from it was intense, and Lance knew that the fight would be over if his counterattack landed.

So, he throw a vertical swing aimed at his sister, but stopped midway and step backwards, his eyes widened from what he saw.