Shiro remined still, using his martial awareness, he was able to ascertain the opponents cultivation.
'Third stage Sword mastery realm, an entire realm above mine when converted to sword cultivation'
Shiro thought as he continued to assess the opponent
'Judging by what I can make out of his facial features, his definitely above the age of ninety...'
'... good but no genius, this should be easy'
Although, a little incorrect, Shiro was able to learn a lot about his opponent merely by the images that emerged in his head. Shiro was composed; he had battled and defeated innumerable geniuses, and he couldn't see himself losing no matter what the opponent had to offer.
While Shiro analyzed the opponent, the opponent didn't linger around doing nothing, he was even conducting his own evaluations.
'Twelve... no, thirteen, definitely still a kid and I don't see any academy insignias or badges meaning that he isn't some kind of genius'
To the man, Shiro was just another unlucky child that happened to cross his part, he didn't even bother checking his cultivation as he was sure that he could easily kill Shiro.
"I'd rather not lay my hands on a kid, so I would advise you to run away while you still can"
The man said directing some of his killing intent at Shiro, however, instead of the quivering and frantic expression he had expected, Shiro just stood there quietly gauging the man's strength.
To Shiro who had a lot of experience, seeing through this ninety year old man was like reading a book, with all his shortcomings and strengths, postures and structural defects during fight all appearing in Shiro's head like a well-written story.
"Hey!"
"..."
"Hey!", the man called out again after noticing that Shiro didn't respond the first time.
Pity! That was all Shiro felt for this man, his ignorance and baseless confidence was a surprise to Shiro, he couldn't understand why a man so weak and open could talk like their battle had already been decided.
"Hey! Don't mess with me kid!"
The guy yelled as he surged forward, blasting himself at Shiro while chanting.
[Seven Thunder Sword Style: First Form; Knights of Providence]
The heavens lit in an instant, conjuring seven thunder bolts that showered down on Shiro.
*Boom!* *Boom!* *Boom!*
"Hahaha, see what you made me do"
The man chuckled uncontrollably, satisfied with himself; the thought of crushing someone clearly weaker than him filled him with unending satisfaction and joy. He was glad, he felt joy, but all of those pleasant sensations gone in an instant, as if they had never existed.
He saw the same Shiro who should have been pulverized by his attack standing on the same position as previously, completely unscathed.
Shiro felt exhausted, his cultivation base was definitely lower than this guy's, Shiro had expended nearly all of the stored Ki in his body simply to block an attack, if things continued like this, he would undoubtedly lose.
"Sigh - I guess there is no cheating nature"
Shiro said emotionlessly as he leaned over and picked up a stick, utilizing his Ki to make it robust and sharp; he needed to defeat this as quickly as possible while maximizing his Ki.
'This should do'
Shiro thought as he faced his opponent. Shiro's aim was simple: he wanted to overcome an opponent roughly twice his own strength without even a good weapon. It wasn't easy, but Shiro could do it. For the first time since becoming a god, Shiro felt excited, mobilizing his Ki Shiro charged towards his opponent.
Shiro enhanced his speed with body cultivation as he struggled to match the man's pace.
*Clang* *Clang* *Clang!*
Shiro's wooden sword danced in his hands as he clashed with his opponent, countless sword techniques began flowing into his head as he performed each and everyone of them perfectly, the way Shiro executed those moves would make someone who didn't know better think that Shiro created the moves.
His fencing style had no holes, no emotion behind them, just dull textbook definition fencing, he made no attempt to customize the moves he used, he just picked them up and used them the way the books said it should be used.
Wood and blade clashed as each displayed their sword skills; the combination of light and sword Ki proved to be far more powerful than Shiro had anticipated, driving him back until he could do nothing more than resist.
"Hahaha!"
As he drove Shiro back, the guy laughed even more. Lightning flashed through the man's veins, enhancing the speed and power of his attacks.
Each attack was bolstered with enough sword Ki making each blow feel like a meteorite, knocking Shiro to the ground.
After torturing Shiro long enough, the man decided to end the fight with one of his most devastating sword skills.
[Seven Thunder Sword Style: Third Form; Furious Light]
Lightning bolts pierced the air, each one smashing dangerously at Shiro.
*Boom!*
The lightning bolts slammed into the area around Shiro in a second, reducing everything there to dust.
"..."
"That's enough I guess"
"..."
The man was shocked speechless.
How? How had he survived? He was just a body transformation realm child, so how?
"My turn!"
Shiro's words sent the Spiritual energy in the air into a frenzy, and the air became thick with bloodlust as a lot of killing intent was focused towards the guy.
Fear! That was the only sensation the old man could feel at the time, all of his cells went into autopilot mode as he collected his sword Ki and dashed towards Shiro.
*Swish!*
With a heavy thrust, the man's sword dug into Shiro's chest as he attempted to take Shiro's life, what he had once taken as a joke would ultimately be the thing that caused his demise.
[Sword Style: Sword Draw]
For the first time in this fight, Shiro used a skill. Sword Ki gathered around the wooden stick as his stored up Ki cut down the forest.
Bending in a position which made it seem like he was drawing a sword, Shiro unleashed his sword Ki which made everything in its path tear asunder.
This was the power of a god, a deity, the power of one who had transcended the mortal limits.
Shiro leaned forward as he spoke directly into the man's ears with a sinister smile on his face.
"I...
Am...
Infinite!"
*Swish!*
Light tore through the heavens in an instant turning everything in its part to dust. It was a calamity, the man was confused.
How? How could a boy at the body transformation realm wield such power? It was inconceivable, it was impossible but it was happening.
The skill Shiro used was a basic sword technique which entailed the drawing of a sword, a technique that basically every swordsman could perform, it was a technique he had picked up during his mortal days and used till it became second nature. His perfection and mastery over the technique could put even the creator to shame.
Fast! Too fast! the man couldn't even react before him and his sword was vaporized and turned into dust.
Shiro had won, and in order to do that, he chose to defy the heavens. As the god of comprehension, Shiro had once researched on the method of having more than one cultivation, deeming it impossible, he had left that research behind, however, during the fight, Shiro had to push beyond his limits, purposely sealing his body cultivation in order to make use of the sword Ki present in the environment so he could use sword cultivation. It was a brilliant strategy, however, the strain it left on Shiro's body, rendered him unable to move.
Feeling more exhausted than ever, Shiro lost consciousness.