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Chapter 42 - A SHAMEFULL FIGHT

I was confused by the previous conversation, but I decided to move on. "Let's become friends and catch up later," I thought, eager to shift my focus.

In class, our teacher, Kuldeep Sir, didn't return, and another teacher took over. The new instructor began teaching us about Vaidya and ingots, but I found the lesson surprisingly familiar. My system already possessed extensive knowledge about Vaidya, making the lecture feel redundant.

As the teacher droned on, I noticed his methods echoed my system's knowledge. However, I realized that practical experience was crucial to deepening my understanding. Theoretical knowledge could only take me so far.

Just then, Arnav burst into the classroom, causing a brief commotion. To my surprise, the teacher didn't reprimand him. Instead, he continued lecturing, seemingly unfazed. I observed that many students were disengaged, ignoring the lesson. The teacher's dry delivery failed to captivate them.

What struck me was the teacher's inability to connect with the students. Despite his vast knowledge, his teaching style lacked enthusiasm. He appeared older than Kuldeep Sir, but his age didn't translate to effective teaching. The contrast between the two instructors was stark.

After the Vaidya lecture concluded, the singing class began. Most students had departed, but I stayed, intrigued by the prospect of learning singing techniques in this new world. As it turned out, I already possessed a strong foundation in both ancient and modern songs from Earth. The principles here were similar, but with some unique differences.

The singing instructor, a captivating woman with a mesmerizing voice, commanded attention. Her beauty and talent left many boys entranced. I acknowledged my own singing skills, but humbly recognized that I couldn't match her level of expertise.

The singing lecture soon ended, and the swordsmanship class commenced. A robust man, Akhardeep, burst into the room, exuding confidence. "Good morning! I'm Akhardeep, a 5-star swordmaster. I won't waste time lecturing about swords; 99% of this universe knows they're the best close-combat weapons.

He scanned the room, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "How many of you know the basics of swords and which type to use?" Without waiting for responses, he declared, "The training ground is the best place to learn. Let's go outside and put your skills to the test! Follow me!"

Akhardeep's energetic demeanor was infectious, and I found myself eager to learn from him.

As Sir Akhardeep led the way to the training ground, his confident stride commanded respect. Other instructors bowed to greet him, but he ignored them, focusing on his students. I followed, noticing some students' lustful gazes, while others seemed to view me as prey, destined to perish soon. Arundhati's words echoed in my mind, warning me to stay vigilant.

Upon reaching the training ground, Sir Akhardeep instructed, "Choose a partner to train with." I selected Arnav, eager to test his skills and understand his fighting style. As we prepared, I surveyed the array of swords: hard, flexible, long, and abundant. Seeking a heavy sword, I remembered the powerful one stored in my ring, unused and unpracticed due to my low level.

I retrieved the sword, and as I drew it, the ground shook with a resounding "Dham!" The surrounding students stared in shock, their eyes wide with awe. I met Arnav's gaze, ready to begin. However, I noticed the sword felt heavier than before. Its weight was unfamiliar, and I struggled to wield it effortlessly.

"System, what's happening?" I asked, seeking an explanation. "Why does my sword feel so heavy?" I wondered if my skills had deteriorated or if the sword had changed

The system replied, "Your sword has evolved, increasing its weight. As its registered owner, you can adjust its weight by channeling your energy into it. Pour your energy, and it will adjust to your preference. You can increase or decrease its weight according to your needs."

Intrigued, I focused my energy into the sword. It shimmered, adjusting to the perfect weight. Though still feeling heavier, I sensed its potential and the power it held. With my sword at the ready, I faced Arnav, prepared for our intense training session.

I charged towards Arnav, my heavy sword flashing in the sunlight. Arnav, unfazed, raised his own sword to block my attack. Our blades clashed, the impact sending shockwaves through my arm. My sword slipped, but I swiftly adjusted its direction, unleashing a flurry of precise strikes

Arnav chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement, as he effortlessly deflected each blow. His skill was overwhelming, but I refused to back down. With every strike, I adapted, analyzing his movements, searching for openings.

Sir Akhardeep's voice echoed in the background, "Observe how your opponents react, adjust your strategy accordingly. Talent alone won't suffice; skill comes from practice and dedication."

Arnav's smile grew wider as our blades danced. His sword sliced through the air, aimed at my chest. I sidestepped, avoiding the fatal blow by a hair's breadth. Our swords clashed, sparks flying as we exchanged blows.

In a flash of insight, I realized Arnav's tactics: he was luring me into a pattern, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Anticipating his next move, I feigned a wild swing, and as he prepared to counter, I swiftly withdrew my sword, creating distance.

The brief reprieve allowed me to reassess. Arnav's eyes narrowed, acknowledging my growth. Our swords met again, the battle intensifying. Each strike, each parry, was a lesson learned.

Suddenly, Arnav's sword darted towards mine, aiming to disarm me. I swiftly lightened my sword, dodging the attack, and countered with a swift, high-speed strike. Arnav's sword intercepted mine, our blades locking in mid-air.

The stalemate was fleeting. Arnav's sword slipped past mine, heading straight for my shoulder. I twisted, avoiding the blow by mere inches. Our eyes locked, the air thick with tension

The fight continued, each of us refusing to yield.

I again charged forward, my heavy sword slicing through the air.

Arnav's sword danced with fluid precision, each strike aimed at my vulnerabilities. I struggled to keep pace, my heavier sword feeling cumbersome against his agile technique.

Sir Akhardeep observed from the sidelines, his eyes narrowing. "Arnav, don't hold back. Show him your true strength you can't disrespect as a warrior it is a shame to be hold back and being by so show her you true power ,."

Arnav's smile grew wider as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. I parried each blow, but his speed and agility pushed me back his strength of sword wasn't high but his skill was off chart how he moved his sword easily in many direction like it is a plaything and evn though his sword is weaker than mine he was able to deflect mine somehow

I gritted my teeth, focusing on adapting. My sword arm trembled with exertion, but I refused to yield.

Arnav's sword sliced towards my chest. I sidestepped, countering with a powerful swing. He dodged, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The battle raged on, our swords clashing in a blur of steel and sweat.

Arnav landed a swift kick, sending me stumbling back. I regained footing, my sword flashing in defiance.

Our blades locked, strength against strength. Arnav's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing.

Suddenly, he twisted, his sword slipping past mine. I spun, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

The reprieve was brief. Arnav's sword darted towards my neck, and I froze, defeated.

The sound of clashing steel ceased, replaced by the silence of my defeat.

. Shame and shock washed over me

"How did he...?" I wondered, replaying the fight in my mind. Arnav's sword art was mesmerizingly smooth, allowing him to redirect my attacks with ease. His speed and agility left me in the dust, making my efforts seem sluggish.

"I was like a caterpillar, and he was a tiger," I thought, humbled by the comparison. My speed, bolstered by my boosted strength, had proven insufficient. Arnav's technique had neutralized my advantages, exposing my limitations

Sir Akhardeep approached, his expression thoughtful. "Arnav, your skills are impressive,. And you," he turned to me, "show potential, but your technique needs refinement. Your reliance on brute strength won't suffice."

You also have higher strength and speed then any other student here but I think Arnav speed and strength is higher than you and his technique also maybe with your brute strength you could have defeated any of them but what will you do when opponent is stronger than you so refine your heavy sword art and it seems you hadn't taken any perfect art of heavy sword reach king stage and then take a new sword and art your heavy sword is one of valuable tressure in whole world don't use it openly take heavy sword from weaponry sect ...