Dante’s rapier flashed in the air like a silver comet.

  Fast. Precise. Deadly.

  I barely had time to parry his next strike before another one came right after it.

  *This guy’s movements are insane!*

  Even with **Sixth Sense Lv.2**, I could barely react in time.

  *But that’s fine.*

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  I didn’t need to match his speed.

  I just needed to **force him into my rhythm.**

  Dante lunged again, aiming for my shoulder.

  I didn’t dodge.

  Instead—

  I **charged forward.**

  **CLANG!**

  My **Berserker Sword** slammed into his rapier, sending a shockwave through the training ground.

  Dante’s expression flickered in surprise.

  I grinned.

  **"Surprised?"**

  **"Tch—!"**

  He tried to pull back, but I **stepped into his space** and swung my sword in a brutal overhead slash.

  Dante barely managed to block, but the sheer force of the impact **sent him sliding back.**

  The crowd watching let out gasps.

  **"Lucian is pushing him back?!"**

  **"How? Dante is the fastest swordsman in the academy!"**

  Dante clicked his tongue, gripping his rapier tighter.

  **"You…"**

  His eyes burned with excitement.

  **"You really are different from before."**

  I smirked.

  **"Keep up, prodigy."**

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