After a short pause, the fight between the two went into a crescendo.
Using her Zone as the base while floating in the sky, Lilith deployed hundreds of swords in the sky and started controlling all of them.
Each of those swords, while not being physically real, were filled with the powerful sword intent of Lilith, making them sharper than even powerful weapon.
Meanwhile, standing on the ground, Sol showed no fear in the face of the overwhelming number of swords.
He waved his hands and his mana bellowed furiously as steam floated all around him before slowly morphing in weapons.
Soon, hundreds of weapons were also deployed while floating all around him menacingly.
But he obviously did not have the same ease as Lilith. After all, each of those swords was not just born from intent like with Lilith. They needed to be crafted using Ice, water, and wind magic to make them sharper and more solid while also filling them with the intent to cut and kill.
Sol thankfully lacked no killing intent and he didn’t hesitate in using the full power of his intent as he knew that he would not be able to wound her with half-assed attack.
“You still need to work on the creation speed of your weapon.”
Lilith gave her advice offhandedly. Sol was not the inexperienced boy of them. He knew enough about fighting to know what he needed to do.
“Indeed. I still have a hard time visualizing the constructs. After all, I am more used to wild release of power rather than fine-tuning like this.”
When he obtained the ice power, he initially thought that construction-type magic would be rather easy for him. All he needed to do was give as much power as possible.
Sadly, he had been wrong.
Creating one sword needed far more work than he thought. What was interesting was that the more accurate the weapon created, the more powerful it became. It was as if, he was manipulating reality itself to make his ice weapon into a real weapon.
Without a doubt, this was Lilin’s power intervening. The power to make dreams into reality. The closer the dream was to reality, the better.
So he couldn’t just half-ass it.
Water, ice itself, and wind. Everything was used to create the best weapon possible. He was even taking lessons with Theresa in order to better understand the structure of weapons
He was impatient about getting earth. Once this was possible he might be able to mass produce and create his own permanent weapons and share them with soldiers.
‘Well. This is a whole different matter.’
“Enough daydream?”
“Sorry.”
“I know you have the bad habit of being lost in thought. But keep your head straight during training.”
Sol grinned sheepishly and moved his hand, making all the weapons bow as if they were apologizing to her.
“Well…At least your control is slowly increasing.”
Lilith had not been mad in the first place so it wasn’t hard for her to smile at those small jokes.
“Now let’s test how hard your weapons are.”
Sol’s lips twitched.
There were so many things wrong in this sentence or he was simply a big pervert who saw the hidden meaning in any sentences.
“My weapon is always hard and ready.”
Lilith tilted her head in confusion at this reply.
She had the weird impression that they were not talking about the same things at all.
Ignoring this feeling, she pointed at Sol with her finger.
“When I first obtained my zone, I struggled with controlling a certain number of swords. But with time I developed small tricks. The first one is obviously hand movement.”
Her fingers moved and the weapons answered, “Rather than focusing on mental command alone. Mixing hand movements will give you a better focus.”
She continued, “The second way are formations. You need to separate the weapons into large groups and each group will have different objectives.”
Simply throwing all the weapons in one go was obviously good. But it lacked smoothness and changes. As such those formations were necessary.
“Finally. Against powerful enemies. Rather than having hundreds of useless weapons. Having one big and sturdy weapon is more than enough to pierce your enemy.”
‘She must be doing this intentionally or I need to take my mind out of the gutter.’
Sol choked a little before doing as she was doing and moving the weapons in different groups.
The mental capacities of a Duke came very handy in situations like this because otherwise, it would have been impossible to do this.7
He could already feel his mind straining even now. But he knew this was necessary to better understand his power rather than wait until the last moment during a fight and believe in some last-minute enlightenment.
‘Then again. This helped many times.’
“Sol…”
“Oh…Sorry, sorry.”
He scratched his head. It was in moments like this he wished he had the ability to multi-task or have multiple minds.
It would certainly be useful.
“Shall we continue?”
“Yeah. I will focus this time.”
Like this the training and fight between them continued.
Hundreds of swords collided while following different formations.
Rather than a simple clash of swords, one had the impression of observing a chess game or a war between two generals who were giving orders to their soldiers.
In the end, though, Sol, who was still not used to this way of fighting, obviously lost.
But he came out of this training stronger.
—And this was all that mattered.
After a short pause, the fight between the two went into a crescendo.
Using her Zone as the base while floating in the sky, Lilith deployed hundreds of swords in the sky and started controlling all of them.
Each of those swords, while not being physically real, were filled with the powerful sword intent of Lilith, making them sharper than even powerful weapon.
Meanwhile, standing on the ground, Sol showed no fear in the face of the overwhelming number of swords.
He waved his hands and his mana bellowed furiously as steam floated all around him before slowly morphing in weapons.
Soon, hundreds of weapons were also deployed while floating all around him menacingly.
But he obviously did not have the same ease as Lilith. After all, each of those swords was not just born from intent like with Lilith. They needed to be crafted using Ice, water, and wind magic to make them sharper and more solid while also filling them with the intent to cut and kill.
Sol thankfully lacked no killing intent and he didn’t hesitate in using the full power of his intent as he knew that he would not be able to wound her with half-assed attack.
“You still need to work on the creation speed of your weapon.”
Lilith gave her advice offhandedly. Sol was not the inexperienced boy of them. He knew enough about fighting to know what he needed to do.
“Indeed. I still have a hard time visualizing the constructs. After all, I am more used to wild release of power rather than fine-tuning like this.”
When he obtained the ice power, he initially thought that construction-type magic would be rather easy for him. All he needed to do was give as much power as possible.
Sadly, he had been wrong.
Creating one sword needed far more work than he thought. What was interesting was that the more accurate the weapon created, the more powerful it became. It was as if, he was manipulating reality itself to make his ice weapon into a real weapon.
Without a doubt, this was Lilin’s power intervening. The power to make dreams into reality. The closer the dream was to reality, the better.
So he couldn’t just half-ass it.
Water, ice itself, and wind. Everything was used to create the best weapon possible. He was even taking lessons with Theresa in order to better understand the structure of weapons
He was impatient about getting earth. Once this was possible he might be able to mass produce and create his own permanent weapons and share them with soldiers.
‘Well. This is a whole different matter.’
“Enough daydream?”
“Sorry.”
“I know you have the bad habit of being lost in thought. But keep your head straight during training.”
Sol grinned sheepishly and moved his hand, making all the weapons bow as if they were apologizing to her.
“Well…At least your control is slowly increasing.”
Lilith had not been mad in the first place so it wasn’t hard for her to smile at those small jokes.
“Now let’s test how hard your weapons are.”
Sol’s lips twitched.
There were so many things wrong in this sentence or he was simply a big pervert who saw the hidden meaning in any sentences.
“My weapon is always hard and ready.”
Lilith tilted her head in confusion at this reply.
She had the weird impression that they were not talking about the same things at all.
Ignoring this feeling, she pointed at Sol with her finger.
“When I first obtained my zone, I struggled with controlling a certain number of swords. But with time I developed small tricks. The first one is obviously hand movement.”
Her fingers moved and the weapons answered, “Rather than focusing on mental command alone. Mixing hand movements will give you a better focus.”
She continued, “The second way are formations. You need to separate the weapons into large groups and each group will have different objectives.”
Simply throwing all the weapons in one go was obviously good. But it lacked smoothness and changes. As such those formations were necessary.
“Finally. Against powerful enemies. Rather than having hundreds of useless weapons. Having one big and sturdy weapon is more than enough to pierce your enemy.”
‘She must be doing this intentionally or I need to take my mind out of the gutter.’
Sol choked a little before doing as she was doing and moving the weapons in different groups.
The mental capacities of a Duke came very handy in situations like this because otherwise, it would have been impossible to do this.7
He could already feel his mind straining even now. But he knew this was necessary to better understand his power rather than wait until the last moment during a fight and believe in some last-minute enlightenment.
‘Then again. This helped many times.’
“Sol…”
“Oh…Sorry, sorry.”
He scratched his head. It was in moments like this he wished he had the ability to multi-task or have multiple minds.
It would certainly be useful.
“Shall we continue?”
“Yeah. I will focus this time.”
Like this the training and fight between them continued.
Hundreds of swords collided while following different formations.
Rather than a simple clash of swords, one had the impression of observing a chess game or a war between two generals who were giving orders to their soldiers.
In the end, though, Sol, who was still not used to this way of fighting, obviously lost.
But he came out of this training stronger.
—And this was all that mattered.
