Light Spirit Epic Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Sudden Rise of Power 2

Terribly upset, Arthur dragged his limp body to his dormitory where he saw his roommate Lancelot was waiting.

"What's wrong? Did you actually get fired? What are you going to do? Where would you go?" Lancelot asked worriedly.

"Meh…..I don’t know…don’t care…" The youth did not catch the words of his friend, replying absently. His answer though still unexpectedly matched.

"Here." Lancelot pulled out a bag, "This is the money I saved in recent years, although not much, but it’s enough to last you for some time. Just take care of yourself."

Arthur was startled to see Lancelot giving him money, his face greatly frowned as he immediately flatly refused, "Keep the money, things are not what you think it is ."

"No?" The blonde youth was also confused.

Arthur's frowning brow loosened. He paused, and spoke a profound sentence, "No matter how things will turn out, no matter how crazy the world would change —- Lancelot, you will always be my best friend."

"Why are you suddenly saying such a thing?" Lancelot was embarrassed to say it, "Have I taken you for granted? Since childhood, you were always my best friend, and I will still be your best friend."

Arthur just took Lancelot's hand and calmly said, "Lancelot, please remember that I will remember you as a friend no matter what. One day, when I become the strongest swordsman, when I possess the power to change the world, I will try my best to realize one of your wishes. Even if I tread through fire."

"…..well, I will look forward to that day." Lancelot said so, but actually did not expect anything.

——- Five years ago the peak of winter, Wales, deep within a slum.

Snowflakes were falling like rain, isolating two boys from the world…..

"Enough alright? Let's better end our practice here today……." A blonde youth looked at a pale youth and asked nervously.

"No…. let's continue Lancelot." A pale-looking youth climbed up from the snow and swatted the blood and snow from his face. "Lancelot, since you are stronger, I must defeat you. If I can't even win against you, then I will never be able to achieve anything."

"You knew I am stronger than you, and still you dream of beating me?" The blonde youth asked in puzzlement. In his eyes, everything the other person does was futile and illogical.

This blonde boy is the son of Great Sword Hao. He is talented and handsome, smart and elegant. Although still a youth, his fighting techniques have already achieved a point of a very high level of degree.

Comparatively, the pale boy in front of him was short and thin, his appearance was not odd it can even be described as kinda foolish. Although already a youth, there was no strength in his arms, he is a weakling that may probably fall whenever a strong gust of wind collides with his body. It wasn’t even easy for the poor youth to properly hold the training wooden sword.

The pale-looking youth with his thin body stood up in the midst of the cold winter. Surrounded by the falling snowflakes, he once again challenged the blonde youth.

The handsome blonde youth without using his weapon……attacked the pale youth with a single hand and again smashed his opponent to the ground. He wanted to laugh at the other side’s weakness,

[Too easy, I can beat you with one hand!]

Of course, the blonde youth did not mean to laugh at the other person. However, the resilient heart of this pale youth and his fearless behaviour was driven by a great anger. It was this raging anger that made him persist in the cold winter.

—— Since then, the showdown continued between the weakest and the strongest.

As the pale looking boy said, this blonde youth is stronger and that is true.

For this blonde youth, strength is his talent, prosperity is his essence, and undefeated is his fate.

As long as it's single combat, no matter who he fights, he will never lose. No matter what he holds in his hand, even if it just a small leaf, he will turn it into a terrifying murder weapon..

Knowing that it was absolutely impossible to win, why this pale-looking youth continued to challenge him again and again totally puzzled the blonde youth.

What makes you so desperate?

Uwa! Uwa! Uwa!

——- The pale youth attacked. His sword was without form, but his technique was very fierce and accurate. In order to maximize his lack of physical strength, he adjusted the trajectory of his sword and remove all necessary actions.

Tui! Tui! Tui!

The blonde youth leisurely blocked it with ease. In the face of such a weak opponent, he put in no effort at all.

What are you carrying on your back? What do you want? What do you want to accomplish?

"Ha!!!" The pale boy lifted his sword and run forward.

The blonde youth with a horizontal slash, deflected the pale youth's sword. His opponent immediately lost his balance and began to fell forward.

In this world of strong people, if you are weak, how far can you go?!

"Enough, you'll feel….."

The pale boy was not ever, he twisted his falling body mid-air and stabbed his deflected sword forward!

“—–how bold, yet futile…..” The blonde youth raised his other hand out to block.

The wooden sword was immediately grabbed and ruthlessly slapped away from the hands of the pale youth, it rotated a few times in the air before falling down on the white snow.

The pale looking youth fell the ground followed by a loud crack. Because of his bad landing, his right arm instantly broke. His fragile bones can not even bear his own weight, and the bone pierced his skin and emerged from inside out. The floor was soon dyed in red, blood red.

"Arthur!!!!" The blonde youth immediately ran to examine his friend’s injury.

"How was it, Lancelot?" With a pale face, the youth still lying in the snow, he smirked, "I finally made you use your left hand."

He never won. What he got was fairness.

In the next five years, the pale youth and the blonde youth fought for a total of 35 427 times.

The pale looking youth lost 35, 427 fights, ……except for one…..

————– Fate has never been fair. The strong was destined to become powerful at birth. The weak were destined to be useless till they die. 

Lancelot knew about Arthur's weakness more than anyone else, and he knew more than anyone else, how powerful Arthur is.

He looked back at Arthur's back, something….something was stirring within his own heart…… it was an endless uneasiness,.

Such a small and powerful monster……..where the hell will your path lead to?

Second chapter of the day guys. Hope you enjoyed the double release. Check out the previous chapter. – Magus

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