Professor Jackson dashed forward furiously. His eyes flashed dangerously as Edict covered his arms and legs. Even if the masters were saying that he was not a combat type, Mane didn’t think so. Surely, he could tell that the professor was rusty, given that he was not moving as fluidly as he should have been. After all, if that wasn’t the case, he would have lost already; however, he had to admit that the professor was strong. His charge was as overwhelming as the word itself.*Boom*Mane took a deep breath and pushed forward as well. His eyes flashed with torrents of lightning as the deadly element coated his frame. Brimstone and lightning came together to create what was his most potent attack right now. Instead of avoiding the professor, Mane accepted his attack head on!*BOOOM*It was no surprise – the outcome. Mane, the one the world was learning to call Supreme, was sent flying into the barrier. So thunderous was his contact – his back – with the barrier that the entire stadium s

No matter how many masters one has or how talented one is at absorbing the teachings of others, if one is unable to inaugurate the teachings of one’s masters into their own, one would be unworthy of all the attention and grooming. Bloodied Blade arts was a powerful blade technique. It was so powerful that unlike Prideful Sword, it had taken Mane years to fully understand the four techniques that encompassed this blade art. You see, the Blade Lord was different from the Sword God.The Sword God took pride in learning many techniques and incorporating them into each other to create a variety of sword skills that were useful for every situation. There was the Swallowtail Sword, Gentleman’s Sword, Warrior’s Wrath, and Mountainous Sword. Each of these three sword arts had their own techniques, and each was meant for a different group of people. The Mountainous Sword was meant for heavy sword users, while the Swallowtail Sword was perfect for those who prioritized speed over brute strength.

Every blade or sword master started by learning skills that belonged to others; however, that was not the path to the peak. By mastering the skills of others, one would eventually reach the top, but one would never be recognized as the greatest in the field. To be acknowledged as a great, one must develop their own technique. It was for this reason that Nobles had to forge Breaths and convert them into Glows before being allowed to ascend. It was for this reason the Sword God and Blade Lord received their names. They would have been considered mediocre if they hadn’t come up with their own techniques. The Blade Lord developed the Bloodied Blade Series while the Sword God developed many sword tomes of which he allowed Mane to borrow the Prideful Sword Series. They had always encouraged their pupil to develop his own sword or blade art. Or better still, a technique that could be used with any weapon at all, given that his weapon of choice – the choice fate had made for him of course – w

“You cannot keep this up forever,” Cronos reminded the boy that was doing his utmost best to overcome the huge mountain that had been placed before him.The task of going against a man who was akin to a god in his own domain was a tiring one, and even with Devour and fate on his side, the Supreme’s mental state was not at its best right now. While Light and Darkness had their own sentience and acted solely for Mane’s sake, meaning that he didn’t necessarily have to consciously control them at all times, it was still the power of his soul that they drew upon. The strain that this placed on him was great. He was mentally and emotionally drained.“I know, but I have no choice,” Mane muttered through clenched teeth as he pulled away from one wasp and into the path of another.His True Eyes flashed brightly as they deduced a viable path for him to follow. Light and Darkness swiftly intercept ed the path of the large insect, tearing through its wings with immense power and speed, causing th

“Who are you? You aren’t the Supreme.” Professor Stern asked with furrowed brows.As he spoke his aura was raised to the maximum in preparation for war. It was clear that he was not naïve enough to think that this would end in a conversation. As for his question, he had every right to ask this. For he could easily tell that the person in front of him was merely wearing the Supreme’s husk but was not the Supreme himself.Mane watched the Professor silently without saying anything. His eyes were darker than an abyss, yet they weren’t glazed over. There was sentience reflected in them, yet the Supreme would pay the professor no heed. He watched the two professors silently and then lifted his hands. Light and Darkness shivered strongly next to him, unleashing auras several times stronger than before. Nightmare which Mane was wielding before was also allowed to float beside the Supreme. Even Professor Jackson was stunned to see it moving freely, for it was not a Soul Weapon like Light and