The speed of light is indeed extraordinary, but it also places an immense burden on the body.
That's why the Light Sword Technique is designed to encompass the entire body. If it were only focused on the legs, they would be destroyed under the strain.
Not only that, but light speed is also incredibly difficult to control. It requires a mind as fast as light to control running at such speed.
These two problems are what made the Elders unable to turn the Light Sword Technique into a movement technique.
But ironically, a boy only eighteen years old managed to solve that problem.
The Elder in the sky looked at Amon with envious eyes, though she was also glad that such genius flowed within her family.
"If only we were born in the same generation, I might have fallen in love with him. No... even now, it's still not too late."
There were many screens in the banquet hall displaying the other participants, but everyone's eyes were focused solely on Amon.
"What's that?! Is he teleporting repeatedly?"
"No, look carefully! There's dust blowing there! That means he's running at high speed!"
"How is that possible? Is he using the Light Sword Technique? Isn't it impossible to use it repeatedly?"
"I don't know! Don't ask me!"
"Damn it, the camera can't capture him properly!"
None of them doubted Amon's power anymore.
Little by little, but surely, his honor was being restored.
When Ariel was a child, she had been very happy to be chosen as the fiancée of the young master of the Lucerion Clan. After all, at that time, she saw Lucerion as a clan that stood at the pinnacle of the world, equal to gods. Ariel, with wild joy and imagination, had pictured Amon as someone handsome, brave, loving, and strong.
But that only lasted for a moment.
After getting to know Amon, she realized that this man was a hundred percent not what she had expected. Amon was not only a lazy and untalented man, but also a pervert who often harassed her.
Disappointed? Of course. But not just that, she also began to be ridiculed for being engaged to a useless young master; even though she herself had done nothing wrong.
"You're so beautiful, why are you engaged to trash like him?"
"Your taste is awful!"
"Look, she's engaged to that lazy bum."
"Such a pity, even a jewel becomes garbage when it's with trash."
That's why she hated Amon.
But now, when Amon was causing a stir in the banquet hall, being watched by elite guests from around the world, Ariel felt something strange in her heart.
The people around her, who had previously mocked her for being Amon's fiancée, were now praising her.
"Lady Ariel, look at your fiancé. He's so powerful."
"I heard from the Lucerion Elders, he created a new technique."
"Your fiancé is truly a genius, Lady Ariel."
"I'm so jealous of you for being engaged to a genius like him."
For the first time in her life, this was the moment when Ariel was proud to be Amon's fiancée.
An admiring smile blossomed on her beautiful face, while her emerald eyes remained fixed on her fiancé on the screen.
Ariel's ideal man was a genius, just like her.
Upon hearing Amon being called a genius, she unknowingly fell in love with him, signaled by her racing heart.
"What is this? Arrhythmia? I should probably see a doctor to get my heart checked while I'm in the most advanced city."
Since it was her first time feeling love, and since her hatred for Amon hadn't dissipated, she even speculated it was a heart disease.
Even though the people in the banquet hall were swept up in the commotion and Ariel was in awe of him, Amon's goal wasn't that.
'This demonstration of the Flash Dance Technique should be enough. The Elder above definitely knows that this is the Light Sword Technique transformed into a movement technique. Now, it's time to get serious.'
Amon swung Karyuken from afar, launching a wave of fire at Berig.
He then moved behind Berig while running toward him, in sync with the wave of fire.
Berig was faced with a dilemma. In front of him was a wave of fire, and behind him was Amon, trapping him and eliminating any chance of escape.
Berig thought Amon was the greater threat, so he planned to block Amon's direct attack and let the wave of fire hit him.
However, the Light Reversal Technique is based on reflexes, and reflexes aren't something that can be controlled by the mind—reflexes are spontaneous movements triggered by sensing danger.
That's why, when the wave of fire reached him first, his reflexes made him block it.
"Damn it!"
Berig could only do one thing at a time. When he slashed at the wave, Amon simultaneously slashed his back.
"Aaarggghhh!"
Berig screamed in pain as his body was scorched by fire. His suffering was clearly conveyed through his loud cries. He rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames on his body.
But he still hadn't screamed out in surrender.
As his clothes burned into ash, a bottle containing liquid fell from where his pants pocket used to be.
Berig grabbed it, opened it, and poured the liquid over his body; the flames were instantly extinguished as his body slowly began to regenerate.
"I just remembered, your fiancée is an alchemist, isn't she? She gave you something nice."
His voice tinged with envy, Ariel hadn't given him anything.
"Damn it, that hurt! This is why I hate violence!"
"Do you still want to continue?"
"No! Your goal's been met, right? Just get out of my sight already!"
"Alright, take it easy."
Amon walked away, leaving Berig naked after sheathing his sword.
Looking at his bracelet, the number 9 was displayed.
"That was fast! They really misunderstood this ceremony!"
As Amon continued walking through the dark forest, he was unaware that someone in the shadows was preparing to attack him with the Light Sword Technique.