This was utterly nonsensical!
Skullius had never even heard of something like this!
Could swordsmanship really do this?
Skullius had been learning swordplay from Alaris for the past six weeks. Despite how reluctant the evaluation officer had sounded when Lady Ornamont had proposed that he take the Hybrid Luman as a disciple, he had actually taught Skullius a lot.
It wasn't an everyday thing but Alaris would find time to teach and develop what he thought was Skullius' perfect style, which, according to him was the combination of speed and precision.
This had become Skullius' template for growth. He was proud of it and had even begun to get a big head.
The Hybrid Luman breathed out the shock he had felt just now.
He had thought that at the very least he could clash swords safely with this sword demon. After all, even though he was outmatched in raw stats, he had skills that could compensate massively for the gaps.