Chapter 197 197: This Damn Sword!
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She also delved into the art of Kenjutsu, mastering various styles of Japanese swordplay, from the swift strikes of the samurai to the fluid movements of the katana. Additionally, she learned the ancient techniques of the Roman gladius, honing her skills with the iconic short sword.
But it didn't stop there. The Perfection of Pride went beyond conventional swordplay, teaching Nyssa the intricacies of two-handed swordplay, where she learned to wield a greatsword with finesse and power.
However, the most unique aspect of her training was the school of demonic swordplay known as Unholy Cuts, which was created by the Perfection himself. It involved tapping into the dark energies of the demon realm, channeling them through the sword to unleash devastating attacks.
Despite her extensive training, Nyssa was acutely aware that her lack of real-life battle experience set her apart from Avalandor, the battle-hardened mercenary. While Nyssa had only engaged in practice bouts, Avalandor had likely fought in numerous conflicts and battles, gaining invaluable experience.
Nyssa knew that this difference in experience could be a significant challenge in her upcoming battle with Avalandor. However, she was determined to make the most of her training and use her skills to the best of her abilities in the impending showdown.
Despite this, Nyssa received high praise from the Perfection of Pride, who recognized her as the most naturally skilled swordfighter among her peers in her generation.
His words of encouragement fueled Nyssa's determination to prove herself and fulfill her mission. She was unwavering in her resolve to not let his praise go in vain.
For her, failure was not an option if she aspired to become the wife of a Ruler of Sin. She believed that she needed to be able to defeat even a skilled mercenary like Avalandor to demonstrate her worthiness.
"Ach! This accursed weapon refuses to follow in any way!" Avalandor's frustration was palpable as he muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed with his sword.
He dropped his sword and shield, and his gaze was fixed on the weapon in his hand, paying no attention to Nyssa, his opponent. He seemed to be in a state of disbelief and anger, as if his sword was not behaving according to his expectations.
"It is impossible for me to fight with this accursed sword if I continue to act like a stupid child," Avalandor grumbled, his voice laced with annoyance.
eaglesnovɐ1,сoМ He glared menacingly at his weapon, seemingly blaming it for his inability to wield it effectively. His frustration was evident in his posture, as he paced back and forth, clearly agitated. He seemed to have no regard for Nyssa, as he was fully absorbed in his own vexation with his sword.
Despite Nyssa's initial misconception that Avalandor's sword was just a regular weapon, she soon realized that it was, in fact, an incredibly potent weapon of Death. She realized her mistake and understood that she had underestimated the power of the blade.
"Fuck! It appears that I am unable to employ the damnable power of this blasted blade just yet," Avalandor exclaimed in frustration, his disappointment evident in his voice. He seemed to be disappointed with the limited effect he had been able to achieve with the sword.
"All I was able to accomplish was force out that little amount. I guess I'll have to fall back on my standard swordplay and spells for this one," he muttered, his frustration palpable.
Avalandor heaved a sigh as he swung the blade in a few different directions, testing its weight and balance. He then drew it across his shield, testing its sharpness.
He whispered some additional words to himself, which Nyssa strained to hear, but she could not make out the incantation. From his demeanor, she could tell that it was not a spell, but perhaps some sort of internal monologue or self-motivation.
Nyssa adjusted her stance, shifting into a position that was more suitable for the Unholy Cuts technique. Unlike the traditional swordplay stance, which typically involves standing with one side facing the opponent, arm extended behind, and the sword held out in front, Nyssa's stance was different.
She used both of her hands to hold up her sword, with the tip pointed towards Avalandor, but at a tilted angle, so that the side of the sword facing him was the same.
With her feet planted firmly on the ground, Nyssa's body was slightly angled towards Avalandor, her eyes fixed on her opponent's movements. She was ready to execute the Unholy Cuts technique, a unique and deadly form of swordplay created by Perfection himself.
The technique involved swift and precise movements, utilizing the sword in unconventional ways to deliver lethal strikes that could catch opponents off guard.
With a shield raised, Avalandor advanced towards Nyssa while taking two swings at her with Old Age.
Nyssa noticed that there was some hesitation in Avalandor's sword, which struck her as odd, but what was even more peculiar was that it seemed as though the sword, and not Avalandor, was having second thoughts. It was as if Old Age was putting up a resistance against Avalandor himself not accepting, what he was doing to just he couldn't handle it.
Despite this, Avalandor was able to land his blows on Nyssa, despite her stance being positioned to easily parry his attacks. Nyssa quickly realized that she was going to have to take a more aggressive approach if she wanted to stand any chance of defeating Avalandor.
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