Chapter 92 Kaino’s Sword
The knights picked up their weapons one after another and walked onto the battlefield. Their attire was similar, mostly clad in armor under black cloaks, except for one church knight in white robes and silver armor. It was evident that most of them served as demon hunters within the Inquisition.
A total of eight knights came to the battlefield. They were young but possessed powerful demonic energy, clearly exceptional individuals with extraordinary talent. This was precisely why their names were listed for the highly demanding selection.
However, to Miss Verafia, it was merely a casual glance. She pouted slightly, “Tch, these people are only so-so.”
Despite being geniuses meticulously selected from all of Vinash City, this was only a ten percent success rate. Even if the harsh environment and the frost war could temper them further, it was clearly no match for the top batch at Peka Lichen Aris Academy.
Ig couldn’t help but smile wryly and reached out to rub the girl’s head. He thought, In the past, you were the most powerful swordsman in thousands of years, and now you are a Goddess Princess. What kind of genius could possibly meet your standards?
Ophi and Niya watched with great interest. For them, such intense battles were very much to their liking.
Of course, although Verafia’s words were dismissive, she still rested her chin on her hand and watched attentively, especially Azer and Kaino, whom she found somewhat strange.
Unsurprisingly, Azer, a young man who even made her feel a hint of curiosity, easily defeated enemy after enemy, even when their magic levels were similar and they only used long swords.
As for the other one…
Miss Verafia’s slender, delicate eyebrows knitted slightly, her gaze falling upon the arena. The cold wind whipped through the air, lifting Kaino’s black cloak. He cleanly decapitated an opponent, undeniably knocking him down. Afterward, he walked with a smile to the opponent who was kneeling on the ground and extended his hand to help him up.
The light in the young girl’s gold eyes trembled slightly, and her slender hand clutched Ig’s arm beside her.
“Ig, don’t you think… there’s something strange about this Kaino?”
Ig was still watching intently.
Although Kaino’s previous gaze towards the young girl had made him very displeased, he now observed Kaino’s swordsmanship with praise and continuously simulated and deduced it with his True Sight Eye.
Hearing the young girl’s voice, he turned his face, “Young Lady, you say he’s strange… you were already suspicious of him. Did you discover something?”
“No, it’s not like that…”
Verafia hesitated for a moment and shook her head. The young girl’s slender fingertips gently clutched the soft hem of her skirt resting between her knees, her gaze fixed on Kaino’s retreating back:
“It’s not for any other reason… but I have a feeling that his swordsmanship is somewhat familiar to me.”
“Kaino’s swordsmanship?”
Ig was stunned. He knew that the young girl had once been Lothel, and his basic swordsmanship had been personally taught by her, with her small hands meticulously adjusting each posture.
It could be said that Ig’s own swordsmanship originated entirely from the young girl.
“But this continent has no connection to Agrand. Young Lady, when you were Lothel, you didn’t even know about the Aer Continent. Could it be that someone saw your swordsmanship and it somehow ended up here?”
He earnestly recalled Kaimo’s swordsmanship, the sword shadows from defeating his opponents, and even began comparing them with the sword technique models imprinted by his True Sight Eye, but he found nothing.
“Veer, where exactly do you feel this familiarity?”
Verafia frowned, a hint of confusion in her gold eyes. She lowered her small face, “I don’t know… but there’s always been a vague sense of déjà vu, as if I’ve seen it before.”
The young girl’s description only made Ig more puzzled.
Just then, Kaino walked off the arena, followed by the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, like a roaring tsunami.
This was a cheer for Kaino’s brilliant combat and also a tribute to them, the knights of the Inquisition, for rushing to the front lines of the frost calamity.
The battles proceeded in turn. Perhaps they all understood the importance of this selection, and the knights on the field gave their all, with the battles being so intense they were almost like real combat.
However, with a Cardinal Saint presiding, there were no serious injuries.
Despite the fierce battles, with only eight knights participating, even reaching the finals would only involve three matches. Time passed quickly, and the knights standing on the field gradually decreased.
Miss Verafia rested her cheek on her small hand, her eyes wide open, intently observing Kaino’s swordsmanship, but she couldn’t find anything significant for a while, so she lowered her head and gave up.
Finally, a red-haired young man approached Kaino.
“Azer, running into Kaino only at the end…”
Ophi raised her face in surprise. Her frost blue eyes blinked and she looked at Verafia beside her, “Veer, do you think it was intentionally arranged like this… I heard that Trist is their common teacher.”
Azer’s left arm had been slightly injured by a sword from his previous opponent, but he showed no pain on his face. He walked silently towards Kaino.
“Azer. I already knew that it would be you who would come before me.”
The red-haired young man raised his head. The young man opposite him had a smile on his face. They shared similar blue eyes, but Kaino’s pupils were deeper and more penetrating, like a bottomless, cold abyss… At this moment, he gave Azer an almost ferocious feeling.
It was as if madness was steeped in calmness.
“Lord Kaino, I have heard of you from Lord Trist… however, this is the first time I have seen you,” the red-haired young man said.
“Ha, that’s true… but I have been waiting for you for a long time.”
A sentence that was not easy to understand, but the flashing light in the young man’s eyes made Azer involuntarily grip his sword tighter. “Then, Lord Azer, do you have anything else to say in the end?”
Kaino’s voice came. However, the red-haired young man had no intention of answering. He simply turned around and looked towards the stands behind him, as if intentionally searching for someone.
“Miss Verafia, they are over here. That Ice Dragon girl is waving to you. It seems that you are not looking for them.”
Kaino’s voice came from the cold air. His gaze was colder, but it seemed as if he was mockingly appraising her, “Or perhaps, you are looking for the Count?”
Azer’s pupils contracted sharply. The knight opposite him let out a laugh, like sharp ice crystals, spreading a harsh crack. His palm pressed down heavily on his sword, and with one sweep, he unleashed a torrent of power!
In the distance, Verafia’s gold eyes widened in astonishment. In that instant, she finally perceived the elusive familiarity she had been feeling: “Is this… Kalis Sword Technique?”
