At this moment.
Dragon Knight Academy, sixth grade.
In a small private training ground, a young man was bare-chested, continuously dripping sweat, with the ground beneath his feet completely soaked wet. He was swinging his Dragon-slaying Sword. Each of his sword swings was meticulous, each sword stroke was incredibly precise, identical to the previous one.
Suddenly, a shadow flickered beside him, and a masked man in black emerged from the shadows.
"Second Young Master."
His voice was deep and husky, as if two pieces of wood were rubbing against each other.
"What is it?"
The young man continued to swing his Dragon-slaying Sword with his body motionless like a statue.
"My subordinate just returned from the Second Year, he didn't have a chance to make a move."
The man in black spoke.
"What, is there an enemy in the Second Year that even you guys can't deal with?"
The young man asked, a chill sweeping through his words.
