Devourer's Legacy: I Regressed With The Primordial Crest-Chapter 22: Askeladd (2)

A large sword faced a rapier.

The sight drew gasps from the crowd gathered at the festival arena. On one side stood Jin, a man with pitch-black hair and a muscular frame, gripping a massive sword that gleamed under the sun. Opposite him stood Askeladd, his dirty blonde hair framing a handsome face, holding a rapier so thin it looked like a needle.

Askeladd was a man who looked wise and silent, with his long hairs tied to a knot. His skin was tanned by the sun, but the handsome face still remained. It would have been great if he had a smile on his face, but unfortunately, he seemed too stiff to smile without a reason.

The Wandering Warrior versus the Warrior of Valor - everyone was excite to see an epic battle.

The crowd erupted in cheers, their shouts filling the arena with electric energy.

At the overseer's signal, both warriors exploded into action. Jin's heavy sword moved like a raging storm, cutting through the air with devastating force. In contrast, Askeladd's rapier danced like a silent breeze, precise and deadly.

Jin unleashed a powerful swing, the blade whistling through the air. Askeladd sidestepped smoothly, letting the gust of wind from the massive sword brush past him. In the same breath, his rapier shot forward like a striking snake, aiming for Jin's neck.

The speed was breathtaking, but Jin wasn't caught off guard. The flat of his sword rose to meet the rapier, blocking it with perfect timing.

A moment of silence followed.

"Finally, someone I can fight with my all!" Jin's face broke into a genuine smile.

One exchange was enough for him to seize up Askeladd and realize his skill level.

"I wish I could say the same," Askeladd replied. Though his words could have been taken as mockery, his tone held no arrogance - only truth.

Jin didn't take offense. As a wanderer, he'd heard worse. Instead, he let his sword answer, moving even faster than before. The heavy blade became a blur of motion, his swing creating gusts of wind that reached the spectators. One hit would be enough to end the fight, but Askeladd moved like flowing water, always just out of reach.

Yet Askeladd wasn't just dodging. Between his fluid movements, his rapier darted in and out, seeking openings. The crowd watched in awe as the two warriors danced their deadly dance.

But something caught Askeladd's attention. With each passing moment, Jin's swings grew faster, his attacks more powerful.

"Took you long enough to figure it out?" Jin grinned, seeing the realization in his opponent's eyes.

The source of Jin's growing strength was his Blood Crest - Son of the Wild. A legendary blessing that empowered him in battle, growing stronger with each passing moment of combat.

"So you have an ability that favors longer battles," Askeladd acknowledged, genuine respect entering his voice. "I underestimated you - my apologies."

Despite Jin's growing strength, Askeladd's movements remained eerily calm. Even as the heavy sword carved through the air with increasing speed, the rapier wielder seemed to flow around each strike like morning mist.

"But you're not the only one with a Blood Crest," Askeladd spoke softly, his rapier weaving an intricate pattern between Jin's attacks.

The Warrior of Valor's Blood Crest - Dance of the Falling Star. A rare blessing that allowed him to read the flow of battle like one might read a simple book. Each movement, each breath, each subtle shift in his opponent's muscles became clear as daylight.

Jin's attacks grew more ferocious. The sword in his hands now moved fast enough to leave afterimages in the air, each strike carrying enough force to split boulders. But to Askeladd, they might as well have been moving through water.

At somepoint - the battle has turned into power vs evasion.

"Your strength is impressive," Askeladd commented, sliding past another earth-shattering blow. "But strength means little if it cannot touch its target."

Frustration flickered across Jin's face for the first time as another series of attacks met empty air. His Blood Crest had pushed his abilities beyond their normal limits, yet he couldn't land a single clean hit on his opponent.

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Askeladd was clearly strong!

Then Askeladd's stance shifted.

The change was subtle - a slight adjustment in his footwork, a minute alteration in how he held his rapier. But the air in the arena suddenly grew heavy with tension.

"I believe it's time to end this," he declared.

What followed was a blur of motion that left the audience breathless. Askeladd's rapier seemed to multiply, striking from impossible angles. Jin's superior strength meant nothing as his defense was systematically dismantled, one precise thrust at a time.

The wandering warrior fought back valiantly, his sword a whirlwind of steel, but Askeladd's movements had transcended ordinary combat. Each step was calculated, each thrust inevitable.

The end came in a heartbeat.

Jin's sword swept horizontally, a strike that could have cleaved a man in two. But Askeladd was no longer there. He had dropped low, his rapier sliding up in a perfect arc.

The thin blade stopped a hair's breadth from Jin's throat.

Silence fell over the arena.

"Match concluded!" the overseer's voice rang out. "Victory goes to Askeladd!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, but Jin's expression remained thoughtful. He had lost, yes, but he had also witnessed something rare - a glimpse of true mastery, where skill transcended mere physical ability.

The wandering warrior had learnt something from the battle and for him, that mattered more than any fancy reward.

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