The match between Marcus, now inhabiting James's body, and Roderic began with intense anticipation. Roderic, a seasoned Senior High Knight, had a commanding presence, his movements reflecting years of experience and training.
Marcus combined the slashing technique of the Righteous Sword Sect with the Chaos Knight technique, creating a fluid yet powerful style. Each strike he delivered was precise and unpredictable, a testament to his rigorous training and strategic mind.
Rowan, though initially confident, found himself on the defensive. Marcus's unrelenting assault pushed him to his limits, the clash of their swords echoing through the arena. The crowd watched in awe as Marcus seamlessly transitioned between techniques, his agility and strength on full display.
"You seem to be an interesting knight," Rowan admitted, his voice tinged with surprise and respect.
The clash between Marcus and Rowan was nothing short of spectacular. Rowan, with his ice sword technique, summoned a blizzard of frosty strikes, each one a testament to his mastery and precision. His blade glimmered with a cold blue light, creating an aura of frigid death around him. Every move was calculated, aimed to subdue and overwhelm his opponent.
Marcus, undeterred, met each icy strike with the combined might of the Righteous Sword Sect's slashing technique and the chaotic power of the Chaso Knight sword. His blade danced with a blend of disciplined elegance and raw ferocity. The battlefield was a whirlwind of clashing steel and elemental power, with Marcus's sword leaving trails of light and chaos in its wake.
Rowan's ice barriers shattered under the relentless assault of Marcus's strikes. He summoned icy stalagmites from the ground and hurled shards of ice, but Marcus was too swift, too unpredictable. With each clash, Marcus's technique grew more refined, the synergy between the Righteous Sword Sect and Chaso Knight sword becoming more seamless.
As the battle reached its climax, Marcus could feel the energy within him building to a peak. He focused, channeling all his strength and skill into a single, decisive blow. His sword glowed with a mixture of serene clarity and chaotic energy, creating an aura of unstoppable power. With a fierce shout, he unleashed the strike.
The force of Marcus's blow cleaved through Rowan's defenses, the icy barriers shattering into a million glittering fragments. Rowan's sword was knocked from his grasp, the chill in the air dissipating as his power waned. He staggered back, eyes wide with shock and realization.
The audience, who had been watching with bated breath, erupted into gasps and murmurs of astonishment. The display of skill and power had left them in awe, the intensity of the battle seared into their minds.
Rowan, breathless and defeated, raised his hand in concession. "I yield," he declared, his voice tinged with respect and resignation. The crowd fell silent, waiting for the official announcement.
The announcer stepped forward, voice ringing out across the arena. "The winner is now... James of the once Great TigerHeart Family!" The declaration echoed, and the audience erupted into cheers and applause, their shock giving way to admiration for the victor.
Marcus, now known to all as James, stood tall, his chest heaving with the effort of the battle. He had proven his strength and skill, not just to Rowan, but to everyone who bore witness. The legacy of the TigerHeart family was on the path to restoration, with James leading the way.
The prince stood tall, his regal bearing evident in every movement. He regarded Marcus with a mixture of curiosity and respect. "You've proven yourself a formidable warrior, James," the prince said, his voice measured and authoritative. "Your skills are unmatched, and your determination is admirable. But we must discuss the matter of the land."
Marcus, now known as James, met the prince's gaze steadily. "What do you propose, Your Highness?" he asked, his tone respectful yet firm.
"The land belongs to me," the prince began. "However, given your contributions and the prowess you have shown, I am willing to grant you a small portion. The majority of the territory will remain under me, but a small part will be yours to manage as you see fit as I have say before, are you sure again you accept it?"
James nodded, considering the offer. He knew the importance of maintaining a good relationship with the prince, and the prince's proposal was generous, considering the circumstances. "I accept, that, Your Highness. I will take the land offered and continue to build upon it, ensuring it prospers."
The prince smiled, clearly pleased with James's response. "Very well. There is another matter. I have arranged for you to study under Sir Thomas, the legend knight. His guidance will be invaluable to you as you continue to grow in strength and skill."
James's eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. Sir Thomas was a knight of great renown, his name spoken with reverence throughout the land. "Thank you, Your Highness. It will be an honor to learn from Sir Thomas."
The prince nodded. "I trust you will make the most of this opportunity. Your journey is far from over, James, but with Sir Thomas's mentorship, you will undoubtedly reach new heights."
As the discussion concluded, James felt a renewed sense of purpose. The land, now partially his, would be a place where he could continue his training and build a legacy. Under the tutelage of Sir Thomas, he was determined to become even stronger, a beacon of hope for the once Great TigerHeart Family.
15 days later, James arrived at Sir Thomas's estate, a sprawling compound nestled within a lush valley. The air was filled with the sounds of training: swords clashing, men shouting, and the rhythmic thud of arrows hitting targets. Sir Thomas, a towering figure with a commanding presence, greeted him at the entrance.
"Welcome, James," Sir Thomas said, his voice deep and resonant. "I have heard much about you. Your recent victory has earned you a place here, but know that my training will push you to your limits and beyond."
James bowed respectfully. "Thank you for this opportunity, Sir Thomas. I am ready to learn."
Their training began the next day at dawn. Sir Thomas led James through a rigorous regimen designed to hone both body and mind. The mornings started with meditation, where James was taught to focus his energy and clear his mind of distractions. This practice, Sir Thomas explained, was essential for maintaining balance and control in the heat of battle.
Following meditation, they moved to physical training. James ran through the forest trails, leaping over obstacles and climbing steep inclines. The grueling exercise strengthened his legs and improved his stamina. Sir Thomas was relentless, pushing James to run faster and farther each day.
Swordsmanship was the core of their training. Sir Thomas drilled James in various techniques, blending the disciplined slashes of the Righteous Sword Sect with the chaotic, unpredictable strikes of the Chaso Knight sword. They sparred daily, Sir Thomas's skill and experience evident in every move. James quickly realized that he had much to learn, despite his previous victories.
One afternoon, after an intense sparring session, Sir Thomas introduced James to a new challenge. "Today, you will learn the Knight's Vortex technique," he said, demonstrating the move with precision and strength. Sir Thomas's sword spun in tight circles, creating a powerful vortex of air that could deflect attacks and disorient opponents.
James watched closely, absorbing every detail. He practiced the motions, focusing on the fluidity and speed needed to generate the vortex. Sir Thomas corrected his stance and movements, pushing him to refine the technique.
As the weeks passed, James's skills improved. His body grew stronger, his mind sharper. The combination of meditation, physical training, and advanced sword techniques began to pay off. He mastered the Knight's Vortex, seamlessly integrating it with his existing skills.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. By the time Marcus, in James's body, reached the age of 21, he had achieved the level of a Legend Knight, the quickest ascent in the history of the Holy Empire, and secretly tranining path of cultviation to the Voidwalker Realm and he practice alchemy also formation but similar way to the so called magicians in fairytales, to the fullest at his realm.
One evening, as the sun set over the valley, Sir Thomas observed James practicing. "You have come far, James," he said, his tone approving. "Your dedication and hard work are evident. But remember, true mastery comes from within. Always strive to push your limits and seek balance in all things, I will tell you the levels of other then Knight legend when you reached a higher level then it just like my master."
James nodded, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and determination. With Sir Thomas's guidance, he reached a level compared with his Voidwalker Realm, average cultivator strength of the voidwalker realm is 5 thousands and 500 hundreds but now Marcus strength combined with Legend Knight is 11 thousands.