Wain ran toward the massive white mountain as he felt powerful energy fluctuations from there. It could only mean one thing - someone very powerful was there.
'Wain, how much do you know about fencing?' Gladius asked.
'Hmm... My fighting style is quite varied, all forms have different abilities, but I usually use a sword. However, I don't have any serious mastery, I just grip my sword hilt tightly and act instinctively.' Wain inwardly muttered.
'Well, that's all unimportant. That style that I show you are different from anything you might have seen before. Hahahaha, I remember some pseudo-masters saying my style was terrible, but when their heads flew off their shoulders, I was the one laughing!' Gladius exclaimed as he could no longer wait to fight someone.
'Excellent. That's what we need.' Wain nodded.
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