I regressed and became the Sword Ice King-Chapter 168 - - Combat Training 3

Raph and Javier walked up the Sparring Ring from either side, using the stairway that led to it.

In their presence was Lecturer Wisdom and surrounding them were the students, who looked on in anticipation.

The clear skies exuded brilliance from the ambiance of the sun as it cascaded down the Sparring Ring in a warm hue.

Temperatures were rising, and so was the anticipation.

Everyone in that class knew that Raph had failed to attend the previous class, and all were aware of the rules of this duel.

Make use of what you’ve learned. It was a method of imbuing all kinds of techniques in the students.

It wasn’t a matter of forcing them to learn it, more like making them use the ones that suit them the most.

In this way, they learn how to improve themselves and their skills.

This was a test, a method to identify the strong members of the class, and perhaps a method to gauge the strength of their foe.

Though they didn’t use any of their family techniques, this favored the System users, or so they thought until Marshall swept the floor with Tiffany.

"Are you ready?" Lecturer Wisdom asked, his voice low and commanding, and a bit of humor laced in it, testament to his curiosity. He could not help but wonder. ’How are you going to win this too, Raffaelo Jun’.

Both students nodded in unison, their gazes locked, one with a smirk written on his face, and the other with a deadlock focus.

Raph’s eyes glimmered with the intensity he applied to them; he was going to see more than just their energy paths or their techniques; he wanted to see their very Core. The core of a technique is what builds their technique, and in seeing that, then unraveling the technique would come with ease.

"Begin!".

With his command, Javier struck first, his legs sliding across the cement floor with skillful ease as he closed the gap between them.

’Alright, let’s see what we got here’ Raph took a stance that seemed nearly replicable.

He held his long sword upwards in a boxing stance as Javier swung his broadsword downwards with precision and force, a white line of light following its wake.

Raph pulled his left leg backward and parried the attack as he once saw from Bam Xen. The only difference was Raph didn’t get pushed back.

After observing Ban Xen’s guard stance, he realized the boy was too startled to perform the actual movements.

So by implanting a little bit of movements where he didn’t, he would maintain composure.

Javier was quite shocked by this, his eyes widening a little, but he quickly regained his cool head and attempted to pull his sword back in trajectory, but Raph grabbed him by the neck before he could do that.

"Barbarian Shuffling Technique.."

Javier gasped in shock as Raph placed his leg in between his center of gravity and struck him with his shoulder.

"Body Slam".

The force pushed Javier away, widening the distance between them in a heartbeat.

"Shit" Raph muttered, taking the Guard Stance he saw from Ban Xen again. ’I didn’t strike him properly; did he change his center of gravity at that moment?’ He wondered as Javier quickly regained his posture.

Javier stared at Raph in confusion, and disbelief. ’When? When did he practice that?’ He wondered, unable to find an answer within him. He stared at Raph for a moment, his thoughts racing with plans and perhaps contingencies.

’I can’t lose here, not after he’s taken so much from us!’.

He gripped his broadsword tightly as he slid charged forward, his footsteps a precise image of a flying dragon.

"Come!" He cried out, and to his utmost surprise, Raph did.

His eyes glimmered as he charged forward, following the same movements as he had seen since the first match.

Like a wave, a flying dragon, frantic yet precise, with dramatic movements that could lead the enemy astray, but with a single goal to devour.

They quickly consumed the distance between them and, in the next moment, began to strike each other.

Their sword was like well-written music notes that followed each movement with precise control and skill, parrying and counter attacking with each attack.

Their movements didn’t stop as they continued to glide across the floor with fluidity, striking their swords in an attempt to overcome the other.

Javier found himself in a bind, confusion etched in his expression as his thoughts moved in overdrive.

’Is? Is he copying me??!’ He cried out in his head in realization.

Every step he took, Raph took, and every strike he took, Raph would strike back too.

It started with Javier taking the upper hand with skill and precision, but at some point in their clash, Raph began to understand the concept. His steps become more than just copies, but a technique of his own. He was beginning to understand what was supposed to follow, and how it was to follow.

’This is it! This…this is the core?!’ He thought, his lips curled into a satisfied smile. ’This is the core of the foot technique….then if I had a thousand feet?’.

His legs slid erratically on the Sparring Ring, dodging a strike from Javier at the same time.

He followed up by tracing his steps behind Javier and aimed the back of his sword towards Javier’s side.

Javier’s gaze flinched as he spun around to block the attack at the right moment, but the force pushed him back, causing a startling recoil.

"Barbarian Jabbing Technique; Leg Jab".

Raph raised his right leg and slammed his knee on Javier’s abdomen, causing a startling sensation of pain to sweep through Javier’s body.

He coughed out blood, as the wind pressure prepared to send his body flying, but just then, Raph grabbed him by his neck.

"Come on Javier, you can do better than that".

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He said, twirling across the floor with an erratic and precise motion, taking the random footsteps of the thousand feet and the flow-like movement of the Dragon Footwork into play.

Javier’s body was pulled due to the inertia like an empty barrel, unable to fight back, or rather, the opportunity wasn’t gifted to him. He endured the pain and embarrassment until he felt his body being slipped into the air.

His eyes widened when he recognized the sky, and at that moment, a transient sensation was gifted to him, until he was pulled downward and smashed into the ground.

"Barbarian Shuffling Technique; Body Slam".

One thing Raph had noticed from the Barbarian Jabbing and Shuffling Technique was its simplicity.

It simply involved the use of simple movements to cause the most pain.

Its simplicity enabled him to master that quickly after seeing it for just 15 minutes, and he could apply it in different forms.

’This is interesting; I should learn more techniques; the more refined, the better. That way, I can add all these concepts to my fighting style.

Jun’s Swordsmanship was one of the best, but if he were to fight his sisters, the result would be based on experience and mastery.

He didn’t need to master it as well as they did, even though he already did. All he needed to do was spice his own up and create a Swordsmanship fitting for him.

The Class remained silent for a moment, their mouths agape and their eyes widened in shock. Or at least most of them.

Darell, Mariam, and Jane were more or less startled, but at this point, there was nothing he could do that would surprise them. And Elsie felt elated, excited even, as her tail wagged while she watched.

She only had one thought till the very end.

’Hah, I could not have chosen a better Husband.’