章節 682: The Champion of Conflict

*Tak ta-tak* The wooden sword snapped rhythmically, striking at logs stripped of bark and covered in varnish. *Ta-ta-tak* Splinters flew dozen of feet in the distance, the blow bending the surface of the dummy out of its originally smooth shape, until, *Ta-crrck* The weapon broke.

"What has that dummy done to you?" Daniel asked. He was sitting on a three-feet tall boulder placed at the edge of the black castle's training yard. Just two dozen feet away from a wooden dummy that was currently being abused by Ian's sloppy training.

*SNAP* With a final anger-fueled slash the wooden sword met its end against the more durable log, snapping into two pieces. It was then discarded.