Chapter 8: Elias's Wisdom
last update2024-05-07 20:07:40

As Sir Elias commenced his discourse on the various sword techniques.

The tranquil ambiance of the riverside remained undisturbed, save for the occasional leap of a fish as it broke the surface.

Creating ripples that danced across the water.

The gentle murmur of the flowing river provided a soothing backdrop to Sir Elias's words, amplifying the sense of serenity that enveloped the scene.

"Before we delve into testing your magical affinity, let me enlighten you about the Most renowned sword techniques in our realm,"

Sir Elias began, his voice carrying the weight of knowledge.

"Each kingdom has its own unique techniques, reflecting its culture and history."

"The first sword technique is the Celestial Blade, found in the Kingdom of Celestia," Sir Elias continued, his gaze drifting towards the heavens.

"It is a graceful and elegant technique, imbued with the light and purity of the celestial realm."

"It is often used by the celestial knights who guard the holy cathedral."

"The second technique is the Frostbite Technique, hailing from the icy Kingdom of Frostgard," Sir Elias explained, his breath forming a mist in the air.

"It is a fierce and relentless technique, honed in the harsh conditions of the frozen north."

"It is characterized by swift, precise strikes that mimic the biting cold of the frost."

"The third technique is the Emberstrike Form, originating from the fiery Kingdom of Emberfall," Sir Elias continued, his eyes gleaming with the intensity of flames.

"It is a bold and aggressive style, fueled by the fiery passion of its practitioners."

"It is known for its powerful, sweeping strikes that leave trails of fire in their wake."

"The fourth technique is the Shadow Dance, shrouded in mystery and darkness," Sir Elias explained, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"It is said to originate from the enigmatic Kingdom of Shadowrealm, where shadows hold sway over reality."

"Practitioners of this style are masters of stealth and deception, striking from the shadows with deadly precision."

"The fifth technique is the Torrential Wave, born from the coastal Kingdom of Stormreach," Sir Elias continued, his voice rising like the roar of the ocean.

"It is a fluid and dynamic style, inspired by the ebb and flow of the tides."

"It emphasizes fluid footwork and rapid, flowing strikes that mimic the crashing waves of the sea."

"The sixth technique is the Ironclad Technique, developed in the industrious Kingdom of Ironhold,"

Sir Elias explained, his words ringing with the clang of metal.

"It is a sturdy and resilient style, forged in the fires of industry and innovation."

"It focuses on powerful, heavy strikes and impenetrable defenses, reminiscent of the iron fortresses of Ironhold."

"The seventh technique is the Mystic Spiral, shrouded in arcane mystery," Sir Elias concluded, his gaze turning inward.

"It is said to originate from the ancient ruins of Mystoria, where magic flows like a river."

"Practitioners of this style harness the power of magic to enhance their swordplay, weaving spells into their strikes with unearthly precision."

"These are the seven renowned sword techniques of our realm," Sir Elias declared, his voice filled with reverence.

"Each one is a testament to the rich tapestry of our world, woven together by the diverse cultures and traditions of our kingdoms."

Sir Elias paused, his expression thoughtful, before continuing to explain additional styles:

"The eighth technique is the Abyssal Tide, hailing from the mysterious Kingdom of Abyssal Depths," Sir Elias began, his voice taking on a somber tone.

"It is a fluid and unpredictable style, inspired by the depths of the ocean."

"Practitioners of this style wield their swords with the grace and ferocity of the sea, striking with the force of a crashing wave."

"The ninth technique is the Solar Flare, originating from the sun-soaked Kingdom of Avaloria," Sir Elias continued, his voice filled with warmth and energy.

"It is a radiant and powerful style, infused with the fiery energy of the sun."

"Practitioners of this style channel the blazing heat of the desert into their strikes, overwhelming their opponents with searing intensity."

"And finally, the tenth technique is the Arcane Whirlwind, found in the mystical Kingdom of Mystoria,"

Sir Elias concluded, his voice tinged with awe and wonder.

"It is a whirlwind of raw magical energy, unleashed with wild abandon."

"Practitioners of this style tap into the chaotic forces of magic, spinning and twirling their swords with unearthly speed and agility."

Sir Elias shifted the focus back to their homeland, saying,

"Now, let me tell you about a secret technique used in the Royal family of Verdantia called the Verdant Arrow."

"It is not a sword technique, but rather an arrow technique used by the skilled archers of our homeland."

"Practitioners of this style draw upon the power of nature itself, infusing their arrows with the essence of the forest to strike with deadly accuracy."

"Sir Elias," Oasis began, his voice brimming with curiosity,

"you mentioned there were seven sword techniques, but you described ten. What about the other three?"

Sir Elias paused, his expression thoughtful as he considered Oasis's question.

"Ah, yes," he replied, his tone grave.

"The additional three techniques I mentioned are considered lost to time. They haven't been passed down to the current generations like the others."

A flicker of determination crossed Oasis's face.

"Lost?" he echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "But surely, they must still exist somewhere. They can't simply vanish into thin air."

Sir Elias nodded in agreement, his eyes reflecting Oasis's determination.

"Indeed, Oasis, that's precisely what I believe," he affirmed, his voice filled with conviction.

"I refuse to accept that these ancient styles are truly lost forever. With dedication and perseverance, they can be rediscovered and revitalized."

"So, what about the technique in the scroll from my box?" Oasis inquired, his gaze fixed on Sir Elias with keen interest.

"It seemed different from any of the seven you mentioned."

Sir Elias's brow furrowed slightly as he considered Oasis's question.

"That technique is indeed a mystery," he admitted, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"I have neither heard nor seen anything like it in all my years of study and practice."

"It appears to be a unique and enigmatic form of swordplay, perhaps lost even to the most seasoned scholars and warriors,"

Sir Elias mused, his thoughts drifting to the possibilities contained within the ancient scroll.

He paused for a moment, his eyes glinting with a newfound excitement.

"But that's enough lessons for today," Sir Elias declared, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "It's already late, and your training begins tomorrow."

Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • Chapter 297: Vast as air.

    The morning mist had long faded, and the sun now gleamed brilliantly upon Bitterhoney’s Artifact District, a long avenue paved in glimmering stone and lined with towering shops shaped like pagodas and towers of jade and obsidian.This part of the port was sacred ground for collectors, mages, and cultivators alike — a district where only artifacts were sold.Each shop glowed faintly with runes of security, protection, and appraisal magic, humming softly in the air.The scent of incense mixed with the fragrance of aged parchment and mana-infused metals.Floating display cases drifted outside storefronts, each holding rare rings, blades, pendants, and robes.Shopkeepers called out from their balconies while cultivators bargained in hushed tones over relics that could level cities or preserve life in a dying breath.Zane walked amidst the market in a flowing blue coat lined with white fur, eyes wide with boyish curiosity.Beside him trailed Lancelot, vigilant, and Eirene, arms folded, cur

  • Chapter 296: Starfall Consortium in Bitterhoney.

    Bitterhoney Port — Next Morning...Eighth Floor of the Gilded Whale Inn...The morning light seeped through intricately carved lattice windows of the Gilded Whale Inn, casting a golden glow across the lavish wooden floors of the eighth floor.The air was warm with the scent of pine incense, the faint hum of distant sea waves barely audible beneath the quiet ambiance of murmured conversation and porcelain clinks.In a private chamber draped with silk curtains and reinforced by soundproofing formations, five men in matching dark robes, all bearing the distinct sigil of the Starfall Consortium, sat cross-legged around a circular jade-inlaid table.The low table was filled with breakfast delicacies—roasted flame-fruit, steamed shellfish buns, and tea that shimmered with faint strands of mana.Beside each man lay a sheathed sword, polished, runed, and resting quietly as if waiting to drink blood again.“Are you certain the person you’re talking about has the thing, Itsuki?” an elder spoke,

  • Chapter 295: Primordial Gaze.

    The table before them was now richly adorned with the culinary gems of Bitterhoney Port.Dishes of steamed sea beast, glazed shellfish in honey-wine reduction, spiced lotus root, and crispy herb rice cakes surrounded a warm, glowing pot of mana-infused broth that radiated faint wisps of light.The air was thick with a tantalizing aroma, a fusion of salt, herbs, sweetness, and mana that seemed to comfort the soul as much as it tempted the tongue.Zane, eyes glowing with delight, leaned forward eagerly, hands already in motion, scooping portions onto his plate without pause.“Mmmmh… mmmh!” he mumbled mid-chew, cheeks puffed as he devoured a glistening skewer of grilled meat and his fingers already reaching for the next dish.At his side, Eirene chuckled softly, her lips curled into a gentle smile as she watched the youngest Bluemoon brother eat like a starved warrior.Across from them, Lancelot, composed and quiet as ever, sliced neatly through a piece of sea beast meat, chewing slowly,

  • Chapter 294: BitterHoney and Sweet Tooth.

    High in the sky, the wind streamed through Elder Thalara’s robes as she soared toward the capital of Sylvaneth, her flight graceful and sure, yet her thoughts a tangled storm.“That boy is definitely a monster…” she muttered inwardly, her jade eyes narrowed, brow furrowed. “I can’t believe it, his cultivation is completely hidden from me.""Not even a ripple. And yet… it’s said he hasn’t even ascended to the Enlightened Realm.”Her body cut through low clouds like a falcon, but her mind remained rooted in disbelief.“What kind of heaven-defying talent is that?” she wondered. “To slay Varian… and still not have broken into Enlightened Realm? Either that boy’s hiding his true level... or he's not human at all.”She clenched her fists softly, her knuckles tightening in her robe sleeves.“We thought Prince Aelric was the greatest talent of this generation ever seen in centuries… ascending so quickly… but no. That boy—Oasis—he shattered that illusion with a single movement of his fingers.”

  • Chapter 293: Ginsenbark threat.

    The wind whistled past them as Oasis, Venak, and Shiye galloped at full speed northeastward, their Equinores thundering through the winding dirt trail that carved through the outlands from Riverbend Hamlet toward Mossy Hollow.The sun was just directly above them, and shadows stretched short within their silhouette.But even amidst the rhythmic gallop of hooves and rustling foliage, a presence stirred.The nearby woods trembled faintly—branches shook with a rhythm that didn’t match the wind.“We’re being followed,” Shiye said, his voice laced with tension.Oasis didn’t even glance back.“I know. I marked them days back as they were flexing their bloodlust,” Oasis said calmly, his eyes glowing faintly as his spiritual perception clung to the subtle energy signatures moving through the trees like specters.“What should we do about them, Young Master?” Shiye asked as his Equinore weaved between boulders."Let’s stop… and see what purpose they bring,” Oasis said, pulling gently on his rei

  • Chapter 292: Punishment and Warning.

    Venak and Shiye didn’t waste a moment.As soon as the rumbling quieted and the clouds parted above, the two figures dived like streaking shadows into the gaping hole where Lucas Grain’s house once stood.Dust still lingered, and the mana-thick air shimmered with residual energy from the storm.They landed gently within the cracked foundation of the ruined house.And there, in the epicenter of the crater, sat Oasis Volacris, still in a meditative trance—his legs folded in the lotus position, eyes closed, body humming with power.A calm cyan aura flowed softly around him like a windless flame—pure, radiant, and without turbulence.The energy pulsed rhythmically, as if resonating with the world itself.The ground beneath him had formed slight indentations, showing the sheer pressure that had radiated from his body during the breakthrough.Then, his eyes opened.Still and unwavering, his irises glowed faintly with divine azure, and at that moment, the aura around him gently receded, drawi

More Chapter
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App