"A half-step Great Knight, what a bizarre title!" Count Merlin stepped into the training ground. "What is it that occupies your mind all day?"
"Grandfather."
"Grandpa."
Russell quickly greeted him.
Count Merlin drew a fine steel longsword from the weapon rack and looked at Russell, "Your Battle Qi is depleted, isn't it? Can you still fight?"
"Are you going to instruct me, Grandpa? Of course, I can!" Russell responded with joy, the handsome elder before him was a Flying Dragon Knight, after all.
The entire Shadowflame Grand Duchy could count the number of its Flying Dragon Knights on one hand.
"Not instruction, but a duel. A pure contest of Swordsmanship, purely Swordsmanship!" Count Merlin gripped the fine steel longsword, and his aura instantly transformed.
Like a precious sword drawn from its sheath.
Russell held his fine steel longsword with both hands, likewise erupting with an unstoppable aura, and stood directly opposite Count Merlin from a distance.
In an instant.