They all call me Great Master-Chapter 427 24 of Volume 4: Can’t Keep Up with the Rhythm!

His fingertips secretly harbored 'Death Qi.'

The moment they touched the sword's spine, "Death Qi Slash" erupted forth.

The gray-white slash flashed briefly but was sufficient to achieve the effect Arthur needed—

Ding!

In the crisp sound, Deljo's "Storm Sword" longsword broke.

The longsword split in two from the point where it was struck by Arthur's fingertips. The break was neat and smooth.

The upper half of the sword body spun into the air and landed beneath the ring, its tip stuck in the soil, still trembling and emitting a continuous quivering sound.

And Deljo, who was left holding just the rear half of the sword body, stood there completely dumbfounded.

How is this possible?

How is this possible?

How is this possible?

Such phrases reverberated in Deljo's mind like demonic sounds, completely filling the thoughts of this 'Storm Sword.'

He recalled the scene that had just occurred.

This 'Storm Sword' was bewildered, puzzled, shocked.

After all, that was his most powerful strike which he had been building up to.

Yet it was defeated so simply!

One move!

Just one move, and he was defeated!

No!

To be precise, it wasn't defeat!

It was being seen through!

It was as if Arthur was very familiar with everything about him, had already anticipated the double decoys he would set up, and then deliver the strongest blow.

He even had mastered the direction from which his sword would strike.

But could this...?

Be possible?

Impossible!

The 'Storm Sword' knew very well that even Adi, Pruitt, and the sisters Edwina, who were most familiar with him, couldn't achieve this.

Perhaps, his allies could guess he was setting up a decoy.

But where the strongest strike would come from, that was absolutely unpredictable.

Yet Arthur had guessed it.

A person who had met him no more than three times had seen through and commanded his every move, which truly alarmed the 'Storm Sword' at heart.

How had this been done?

Could this be what a 'Spirit Medium' is capable of?

Hadn't a detective once said, 'When you have eliminated all which is impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth'?

The 'Storm Sword' set aside all impossibilities, and arrived at an incredible conclusion:

The opponent, being a 'Spirit Medium', had already mastered everything about him.

Beyond this possibility, the 'Storm Sword' could think of no other reasonable explanation.

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After all, his recent strike, even if faced by other 'Entrants', couldn't be so easily blocked. However, being a 'Spirit Medium' 'Entrant' was different.

Unparalleled perception combined with extraordinary skills naturally made this possible.

And facing such a person, they still dared to covet his 'property.'

This was sheer folly!

And when the other party gave them an opportunity, and they collided head-on into his spear, he was still willing to offer them another chance...

This was such a broad and merciful gesture!

Deljo, who held the attitude of 'no regrets,' at this moment, was completely convinced and content.

He sheathed his sword and bowed—

"Master, I have lost!"

The 'Storm Sword' Deljo openly admitted his defeat, directly conceding.

And such openness brought admiration from those around him.

Then came the applause.

They had all felt the heart-pounding sensation when faced with the powerful 'Storm Sword' Deljo.

But unfortunately, Deljo's opponent was Lord Kledos.

It was their Spirit Medium from South Los who was too strong!

Not that 'Storm Sword' Deljo was too weak!

Thinking this, the people's eyes turned towards Arthur, and the applause grew even louder.

Under everyone's gaze, Arthur spoke with a smile—

"Even though you lost, you are still a qualified swordsman,"

After saying that, Arthur turned and walked down to the stage.

Behind him, Deljo, the 'Storm Sword,' took a deep breath.

The smile that spread across his face upon receiving Arthur's acknowledgment as a 'qualified swordsman' was uncontrollable. He turned and waved to his companions.

Each member of the 'Storm Sword' expedition team wore a smile.

Isn't being alive enough reason to rejoice?

However, the people of South Los around seemed puzzled.

How could he be so happy despite the failure?

Could it be...

Because he was praised by Lord Kledos as a 'qualified swordsman'?

"Is this the charm of Lord Kledos?"

"It's truly astonishing!"

"Yes, it's very astonishing!"

...

The discussions among the people of South Los were endless.

But Deljo, the 'Storm Sword,' and his companions didn't care at all.

Even further, the 'Storm Sword' gave up the subsequent matches.

After all, compared to competing, they had more important matters to attend to—meeting that distinguished person.

Joel Jock, the young coach of the Swordsmanship Club, looked utterly bewildered.

Was the master right?!

Did I really advance smoothly?

The young coach, Bern, stood still, dazed, and only when he unwittingly stepped onto the stage did he come back to his senses.

He looked at the audience below, seeing the expectant faces of ordinary spectators, the cheers of many acquaintances, especially the loud shouts from the apprentices of the club.

After waving to the familiar faces, the young coach turned his head to look directly at the representative of the tournament's organizers: the Female Swordmaster of the Earl of South Los—

"Your Excellency, I concede to the master!"

Moving forward boldly is a rare quality.

Never giving up is even more precious.

But having self-awareness is equally rare.

The young coach was very aware of the gap between himself and Arthur.

It wasn't something that could be changed by persistence alone.

What was needed was diligent and hard practice!

So, he needed to work harder!

After encouraging himself, the young coach walked down from the stage.

Similarly, there was applause behind him as well.

Voluntarily conceding might be looked down upon at other times.

But not during this 'Swordsmanship Competition.'

Because this competition had Arthur.

The first day he treated the matches as instructional.

The second day, he was overwhelmingly superior.

Just now, he defeated an opponent with one move.

Conceding to such an opponent is nothing to be ashamed of.

However, this made the Female Swordmaster of the Countess scratch her head.

'The championship match' ended too quickly.

The schedule couldn't keep up!

According to the schedule, the championship should have lasted into the evening intertwined with song and dance performances, and then, when the moon appeared, the awards would be presented.

Finally, there would be fireworks.

But now, if we continue as scheduled, the fireworks would have to be set off in the evening.

Evening fireworks are not impossible.

But they are not as beautiful as at night, just as cumin is essential when eating grilled meat.

'No!

I need to delay some time!

But I can't do such work, so why not...'

Subconsciously, the gaze of the Female Swordmaster drifted to the tent under the bell tower.

Inside, Arthur was resting.