ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 215: JACK OF ALL WEAPONS

The tension in the Northern Wind Spire Coliseum was palpable as Kaelen stepped into the mini-arena for his next duel. His opponent, Reeves Hollis from the Dawning of Magic Academy, was already waiting, his sword gleaming in the faint light as tendrils of mist magic danced around him. Reeves was a tall, lean swordsman with a sharp gaze that exuded confidence, and the air around him carried a subtle chill from his magic.

Kaelen tightened his grip on his sword, his expression calm yet focused. He could already sense the power Reeves held—not just as a swordsman, but as a skilled wielder of mist magic, a type of magic that could disorient and obscure vision.

As the supervisor signaled the start of the duel, Reeves wasted no time. With a flick of his wrist, a thick mist enveloped the arena, obscuring Kaelen’s vision and muffling the sound of the roaring crowd.

"You rely too much on your eyes, Kaelen. Let’s see how you fare in the unknown."

From within the mist, Reeves’ voice echoed, followed by the sharp whistle of a blade cutting through the air. Kaelen’s instincts flared, and he dodged to the side just as Reeves’ sword slashed through where he had been standing.

Kaelen spun around, focusing on the faint sounds and shifts in the mist. Quick Steps carried him fluidly across the arena as he countered Reeves’ strikes with calculated precision. Their swords clashed repeatedly, each impact ringing out faintly in the muffled haze. Sparks flew as Kaelen countered each of Reeves’ calculated blows, though he could feel the weight of the mist magic pressing down on him, obscuring his perception.

"So you hide behind the mist, hoping I’ll falter?" Kaelen asked a calm look on his face.

"Not hiding. Just making it easier to cut you down." Reeves replied with a soft chuckle accompanying it.

Suddenly, Reeves appeared out of nowhere, his blade thrusting forward with a mist-enhanced speed. Kaelen parried it at the last second, but Reeves vanished into the mist again, leaving Kaelen scanning for his next move.

Reeves’ Mist Step technique allowed him to phase in and out of the mist seamlessly, making him an almost untouchable opponent. Kaelen felt the strain of the constant defense as Reeves exploited his magic’s advantage, landing several near misses that grazed Kaelen’s armor.

Kaelen gritted his teeth and began countering with his Sword Arcs technique, sending wide slashes of energy to disperse the mist. The arcs carved through the arena, briefly revealing Reeves’ position before the mist reformed.

Kaelen narrowed his eyes, refusing to be frustrated. Instead, he used his opponent’s strategy against him, feinting vulnerability to lure Reeves closer. As Reeves closed in for another strike, Kaelen activated Sword Rain, sending a barrage of precise slashes in all directions. Reeves was forced to retreat, his movements slightly less fluid as he deflected the relentless onslaught.

"Not bad, but you’ll need more than that." Reeves suddenly said with a provocative tone.

With a smirk, Reeves channeled his mist magic into his blade, creating an eerie, mist-infused sword. He lunged forward, delivering a series of rapid, disorienting strikes that forced Kaelen to fall back. The crowd watched in awe as the mist within the arena pulsed and twisted with Reeves’ movements, making him appear as if he were everywhere at once.

Kaelen knew he had to end the fight quickly. His stamina was being drained faster than expected from the constant defense against Reeves’ unpredictable attacks. Taking a deep breath, Kaelen decided to unleash one of his most advanced techniques.

"Enough games. Time to cut through the fog." Kaelen muttered low enough that only him could hear it.

Kaelen raised his blade, his aura intensifying as he activated the Thousand Fold Slash. The air around him shifted, crackling with energy as he focused his strength into his sword. In an instant, Kaelen unleashed a relentless barrage of slashes—hundreds of strikes delivered in the blink of an eye, each one aimed with deadly precision.

The mist around him was torn apart, revealing Reeves’ stunned expression as he tried to deflect the incoming onslaught. Despite his best efforts, the overwhelming speed and power of the Thousand Fold Slash broke through his defenses. Reeves’ mist magic began to falter, his blade knocked aside as Kaelen’s final strike landed squarely on his chest, sending him sprawling to the ground.

The mist dissipated completely as Reeves lay on the arena floor, his sword clattering away from his grasp. The supervisor declared Kaelen the winner as the crowd erupted into cheers.

Kaelen stood tall, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, but his expression was calm. He extended a hand to Reeves, who looked up at him with a mixture of frustration and respect.

"You fought well. I won’t forget this match." Kaelen said with a respectful tone.

Reeves hesitated for a moment before taking Kaelen’s hand and rising to his feet.

"You’re not bad yourself. But next time, I won’t hold back." Reeves then replied as fighting spirit began emanating from him.

"If there will be a next time" Magnus interjected loud enough for both Kaelen and Reeves to hear him, but he just kept a nonchalant smirk on his face while Reeves gave him a cold look.

Then right after, Reeves left the arena, Kaelen turned to face the crowd, his mind already focused on the battles to come. He knew this was just the beginning, and the challenges ahead would only grow fiercer.

Meanwhile, at another corner in the coliseum, the crowd there were intensely spectating an arena where an intense duel between two skilled combatants was underway. On one side stood Bane Carlos, the prodigy from the Valen Military Academy, famously dubbed the Jack of All Weapons for his unparalleled ability to wield and master any weapon with ease. Opposing him was the enigmatic figure known only as The Mysterious Swordsman, the leading figure of the Pacesetters Academy and wielding an elegant yet unassuming three foot long sword.

Bane stood tall, his confident smirk exuding charisma. In his hands, he gripped a pair of twin axes, their edges gleaming menacingly. The Mysterious Swordsman, however, was calm and unreadable, his head slightly tilted downward, his sword resting lightly in his grip.

The signal for the duel was given, and Bane wasted no time. Twirling his axes with incredible speed, he charged forward, the air around him humming with the force of his strikes.

"Let’s see how long you can stay hidden behind that facade of yours!" Bane said with a confident smirk on his face.

And with a resounding roar, Bane unleashed a whirlwind of attacks, his axes blurring as they came crashing toward the Mysterious Swordsman. But the latter didn’t flinch. With precise, almost lazy movements, he sidestepped each attack, his sword flashing only to deflect the deadliest blows.

Bane switched tactics, hurling one of his axes toward the Mysterious Swordsman while summoning a spear from his inventory mid-charge. The thrown axe spun rapidly, tearing through the air with lethal intent.

Yet, with a single flick of his wrist, the Mysterious Swordsman deflected the axe, sending it hurtling harmlessly into the barrier surrounding the arena. His movements were silent, fluid, and utterly devoid of wasted energy.

The crowd watched in awe as Bane pressed forward, transitioning between different weapons with ease—first the spear, then a longsword, then a flail. Each weapon was wielded with deadly efficiency, showcasing why Bane was regarded as the Jack of All Weapons. However, no matter how ferocious or creative his attacks, the Mysterious Swordsman evaded them with an almost unnatural grace.

"What’s the matter? Afraid to strike back?" Bane taunted with a forced smirk on his face.

Bane’s taunt echoed through the arena as he swung a massive war hammer, aiming to shatter the Mysterious Swordsman’s guard. But instead of blocking or dodging, the swordsman stepped into the attack, his blade slicing through the air with eerie precision.

"Striking back is meaningless unless it ends the fight." The Mysterious swordsman replied in a calm way while he stared right into the eyes of Bane.

With that, the war hammer’s head was split cleanly in half, and Bane was forced to jump back, his eyes wide with disbelief. The Mysterious Swordsman stood motionless, his sword now pointing at the ground, as if the exchange had been effortless.

Bane gritted his teeth and summoned two scimitars, their curved blades glinting ominously. He lunged forward, his movements faster and more unpredictable than before. The clash of metal filled the arena as the two combatants engaged in a flurry of attacks.

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But even as Bane fought with everything he had, the Mysterious Swordsman remained eerily composed. His sword began to move in a pattern that seemed random yet perfectly calculated, deflecting every strike with an economy of motion that left no openings.

Finally, the Mysterious Swordsman decided to end it. He shifted into a stance that made the crowd lean forward in anticipation. His blade seemed to vanish from sight as he activated his Silent Swordplay—a technique renowned for its near-invisible strikes and overwhelming precision.

Bane lunged once more, his scimitars aiming for a decisive blow, but the Mysterious Swordsman disappeared from his line of sight. A split second later, a series of faint metallic echoes rang out as Bane’s scimitars were disarmed, spinning away into the distance.

The Mysterious Swordsman reappeared behind Bane, his sword sheathed before anyone realized he had moved. Bane froze, his body stiff, as a thin line appeared on the surface of his armor—a mark left by the blade that could have been lethal had the Mysterious Swordsman chosen to strike harder.

The supervisor declared the Mysterious Swordsman the winner as Bane staggered backward, his expression a mixture of frustration and awe.

"You... You barely made a sound. What kind of swordsman are you?" Bane asked with a confused look on his face.

The Mysterious Swordsman turned slightly, his face looking as calm as it could be, but his voice carried a calm confidence.

"One who doesn’t need noise to leave an impression."

As he walked away, the crowd erupted into cheers, though the Mysterious Swordsman paid them no heed. His focus was already on the next challenge ahead. Bane, meanwhile, watched him leave, silently vowing to grow stronger for their next encounter.