Chapter 145: Chapter 32: Tempering His Blade/Bride

Lancelot was standing in a training uniform, holding two wooden swords as the old male standing several steps away—like a typhoon locked inside a glass bottle, he waited, watching the young male before he exploded his accurate blade, cutting the air and striking three points on Lancelot's body.

The first strike was aimed at Lancelot's throat; the second strike hit his chest; and the third strike struck the back of his head.

The old male watched Lancelot's movements as his eyes widened—the boy left handed sword blocked the strike to his head while he deflected the first and second strikes with a single swipe of his own before stepping forward with his right leg and thrusting his left leg into the body of the old man's chest.

With a dull thud, the old man stepped back, dodging Lancelot's kick by rotating his waist and moving out of the way before he twisted his body and swept his foot towards Lancelot's legs.

"Hah!"