The Birth of the Demon Sword

Small Success

Chapter 13 - 13. Small success

Life runs peacefully in the outer ring of the Balvan mansion, the only strange thing is a little boy goes to the guard building every week.

At first, he would always come out of the building full of bruises but as time passed, the wounds on his body reduced and a faint pressure was created around him.

That day, the same little boy was seen early in the morning once again as he walked towards the guard building.

'It's been two lessons since the last time I was shot. I wonder if in sparring Master today will raise his level again.'

Since his second lesson, William has continued to carve out martial arts forms in Noah's mind. After 3 months of conditioning, his technique was almost perfect in its implementation so his Master chose to raise the level of training. They started competing freely because William would hold back only to raise his level when Noah managed to hit him consistently. But at that moment, that condition had already been met twice by Noah but his Master still had not raised his level.

Entering the ordinary room, Noah was surprised to find his Master sitting cross-legged on the floor waiting for him.

There was no trace of his usual sleepiness as he stared at a certain point of the room with empty eyes, perhaps in deep thought.

"Sir, you're early!"

William's eyes regained their focus as he stood up and looked at his disciple with a complex expression.

"Can you use "Breath" with your style?"

Noah was surprised by this question.

Since the "Breath" in his body was limited, his Master always forbade him to let go during his spar or personal training. Noah's schedule was always so dense that he couldn't find time during the day to refill it with the Ice-Fire spinning technique. His master knew this, so he chose to ban its use and let it focus on the child's bodily nutrition. Therefore, Noah only manipulated him during his training, without ever letting go. Today, everything looks different.

"I think I can, even if I have never used it in an actual fight, I have to master it in some trials. Why so?"

William smiled lightly as a hint of warmth shot out from his expression.

During these months he began to understand his students better. She would always smile and talk without thinking too much, but she knew how she was really doing. Noah was cruel, he treated his body and mind like a piece of metal that went through forging. If the body was unwilling to bend, he would hit her right until it was right, no matter how much pain she would suffer in the process. If his mind was weak, he would heat it up until the effect echoed into the body, causing a feeling of nausea that was constantly attached to him.

He knew how much Noah practiced and how determined he was in seeking power, so William inevitably gave birth to a kind of affection and even respect for him.

'This kid said that he might do it in a few tries, does he know how much it usually takes to do it? Too bad, if his position is different, he can take things slowly and have a bright future, with his talent and perseverance, it is only a matter of time before he surpasses me. However, the people in the inner circle would never allow someone from outside the family to become too powerful, especially someone who might have a reason to take revenge on them.'

The complicated expression on William's face became clearer as he sighed.

"Do you know how much time has passed since our first meeting?"

Noah thought for a while and then consciousness came to his mind.

He was so engrossed in his training that he forgot about the passage of time but when his Master asked a question, he understood.

"That's right, nearly six months have passed and your progress with mental energy has long surpassed the standards I have set for you. Next week we will begin treatment, so the "Breath" in your body is no longer useful. It is better to start with actual martial arts so that it has some advantages if you manage to survive the next week."

Noah's expression became serious.

'The time has indeed come, the life I lead is too perfect to continue, I almost forgot that all my training would be in vain if I did not push my body to the next level.'

Thinking of this, he went to the usual wall to pick up 2 swords as he looked at his Master with determination.

"There's no reason to waste time, is there, sir?"

The thin smile on Noah's face was a blow delivered to William's mind.

'Did he really not care about death?'

He shook his head to suppress the thought and took out the usual wooden stick and pointed it at Noah.

Hearing these words, Noah did not wait any longer. He quickly attacked William with his body crouching so low that he would fall to the floor at any time.

When his Master entered his attack range, he thrust his two swords in a diagonal punch that instilled a "Breath" according to the art instructions.

However, the timing was a bit off and the result was just a simple double uppercut that William blocked easily by positioning his stick horizontally.

"Almost, again."

Noah rushed over again, this time in a cross slash position but the result was the same as before.

"Concentrate! You can do your form almost perfectly and I know you can move your "Breath" according to the instructions, you just need to synchronize it!"

William knew that the synchronization process was not as easy as he said but wanted to increase the pressure on his student. The only thought in his mind was how to increase his student's survival chances. He wanted to improve his handling of "Breath" even a little before treatment.

This time, Noah did not immediately rush at him but closed his eyes to sharpen his mind, his only thought being the rhythm of the twin sword styles.

When he opened his eyes, he was ready for the final attack.

He slowly exhaled and then attacked William with a horizontal slash.

William mentally nodded and accepted his attack.

A piece of wood fell to the ground, it was half of a stick in William's hand.

William stared in wonder at the sword that was placed in his throat.

'That's... That's the perfect execution! I aim for his wand to be slightly dented, I never imagined that he could cut it with some blunt weapons!'

Noah realized the situation and hurriedly pulled out his sword. Some sweat on his face and back, seemingly using martial arts synchronized with "Breath" was much more exhausting than it appeared.

"I'm sorry Master! I didn't realize that I could actually cut it, luckily I stopped myself at the last moment."

William cleared his throat and touched where the sword lay just a moment before.

"Don't ... Don't worry, it's okay. Do you think that your Master is so weak that an ordinary disciple can hurt him? Hmph! I have a rank 3 body, do you think that a rank 2 martial art powered by your unfortunate "Breath" can actually be"

He had to interrupt himself seeing Noah pointing at his throat. A drop of blood slowly fell from there.

"You poor student, don't be so arrogant about that!"

Noah could not help but chuckle as he watched his Master lose his composure but then William calmed himself down and looked at Noah seriously.

Noah understood that this was the time for his final instructions before next week so he listened attentively.

"Next week don't go up the stairs for this floor but wait under it, I'll meet you there. I'll do treatment elsewhere, besides the screams of the child are not the most pleasant sounds to hear. "

Noah gulped when he heard the word "scream" but then focused again, he had already decided to risk his life.

"If you survive, you'll probably spend a week bedridden to get your body used to the new acupoints, so remember to tell your mother about it. The day before treatment don't practice anything, and I'm talking." Seriously here. The only thing you can do is to take a break and read the thick book on Forging the Seven Hells, Your condition should be at the top when you go through that process.

William looked back at Noah, this time smiling.

"Now go, sharpen your mind even more if you can. Next week live or die."

Seriate...