Chapter 113: Three MovesAeryon and Durka, like many warriors before them, recognize that victory demands a fluidity of thought and action, where every available resource is employed to secure an advantage.

    This mindset permeates the ethos of the Steppe’s people, ingrained in their martial culture.

    As the last arrow flew from Aeryon bow, he discarded it with effortless grace, his movements fluid and seamless.

    "Hahaha! You are fast. But I am not done" Aeryon is still full of energy that he could still talk even when they are fighting each other with great intensity

    The bow found its place on the ground, and in one swift motion, he drew his sword once more.

    The sword emerged from its sheath with a sound akin to the slicing of wind, a haunting melody.

    The sound echoes in the ears of the people that are watching.

    Aeryon warriors look at this battle with great concentration. And the people of the Duhai tribe looking at this battle praying to the Skyfather to grant victory

    But one thing is evident amidst the fervent desire, amidst the awe and fear.

    The onlookers could not help but be entranced by the mesmerizing display of martial artistry before them.

    Aeryon never had the chance to use the abilities he had before with all of his heart before. This is the first time he could fight to his heart content.

    Aeryon eyes gleamed with determination, his focus unwavering as he transitioned from a ranged assault back to close-quarters combat.

    He revelled in the symphony of steel, where each stroke of his sword was a song of power and precision.

    Aeryon would not say that the sword become the extension of his hand but the feeling of him holding the sword become more familiar .

    The more he fights, the more he uses his skill, the more he could feel this kind of familiarity become stronger

    Like he is bonding with the skill he had learned. Like his own body muscles is learning it.

    Every fibre of his being was attuned to this dance of iron, his mind sharpened to the subtlest nuances of the battle.

    As the duel raged on, both Aeryon and Durka wore expressions of unyielding determination.

    The gravity of the battle etched onto their faces, each move carefully calculated, and every strike executed with unwavering focus.

    Despite the intensity of the contest, Aeryon energy remained seemingly boundless.

    His youth certainly played a part, but it was his enduring stamina and formidable skill that set him apart.

    While he may not be able to replicate the legendary battle of the Xewa tribe, where he fought hordes alone with the strength of a tiger and the endurance of a hundred men, he still possessed an extraordinary reservoir of vitality.

    His training and discipline had conditioned him to withstand the rigors of battle, and as the combat unfolded, he tapped into that wellspring of energy" That is what he would say later if Belarion asked him

    The truth however is simply because he had raised his endurance using the game system

    It is only now that he really felt that the effort of using the attribute points relay shows it ability

    Before, he simply uses the Invincibility Card so he actually never truly fight. Using the Invincibility Card while fighting is a bit like cheating.

    But now, he felt that the strength that is coursing through his veins, is his own strength

    It fuelled his movements, his reflexes sharpened like a finely forged blade. And there is something that Aeryon did not notice.

    The more he fights, the more there is some kind of an aura that is gathering around him. This aura could not be seen, intangible, but could only be felt.

    But Aeryon himself is too preoccupied dodging and deflecting Durka halberd that even he did not notice that there is this trace of Aura that is gathering around him.

    It is kind of a Will. A kind of spirit. A kind of arrogance. But while other people did not notice it the one fighting him notice it.

    Durka notices it and his face grew solemn even as he is slashing his halberd trying to pin down Aeryon to the ground.

    Aeryon indomitable spirit infused every fibre of his being, channelling his vitality into his strikes.

    There is this feeling that each swing of his sword is now imbued with some kind of invincibility, with a belief that it could cut through anything

    And the more time passes, Aeryon mind focused even more

    His gaze never faltered, never straying from his adversary. He read every subtle shift in Durka stance, every tell-tale sign of an impending strike

    He began seeing pattern and in seeing it, he began predicting it. At first, a little clumsily but after a while, the prediction according to pattern began having some effect.

    And then after seeing all of this, he could see the path to victory .

    A smile appears on his face.

    And then as Durka slashes his halberd toward Aeryon, Aeryon deflected it with his sword.

    BOOOM!

    A powerful force erupted

    Even though Durka is exhausted, this old warrior is not someone that should be underestimated

    the force of his attack is still strong enough that it forces him back.

    The energy from Durka strike forced Aeryon back, but instead of resisting, he deftly used the momentum to his advantage.

    With a calculated step and a graceful kick against the ground, he seemed to float a few inches above the grass, retreating with an ethereal fluidity.

    His movements were like a wind god stepping through the wind, flying with the wind, evading Durka reach effortlessly, positioning himself just out of the halberd’s range.

    A distance in which the halberd could not reach him without Durka closing the distance.

    They did not stop entirely.

    They circled each other like two predators, eyes locked with unwavering intensity, seeking the perfect moment to strike.

    Every step, every shift in stance, was a delicate maneuvers to gain an advantageous position.

    They were akin to masters of the hunt, acutely aware of their surroundings, waiting for the other to make the slightest misstep. S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    But it is clear to everyone watching that the one with the advantage is Aeryon. Even though he was forced back by Durka he smees very much at ease.

    They circled each other and at the same time, they both were thinking what they should do, Durka is taking his breath.

    He has many plans and many strategies of battle in his mind but what a pity, his body could not execute half the ideas in his mind

    The limitation of age.

    The Promised Duel that he proposed is nothing more than his last gambit.

    As Aeryon eyes locked with Durka, a knowing smile adorned his face.

    In the course of their intense duel, Aeryon had discerned more than just the techniques and strengths of his opponent; he had glimpsed the essence of Durka character

    The duel was not just a test of martial prowess; it was a window into the soul of the warrior before him.

    While he wielded his bow earlier, Aeryon had the chance to end the battle with a single, lethal shot, but he refrained from doing so.

    He understood the gravity of a Promised Duel, and his intent was never to take Durka life.

    What he sought was not just a warrior, for his ranks were already filled with skilled fighters.

    What he truly desired was a leader, someone whose wisdom and experience could elevate the prowess of his forces.

    Durka might be perceived by some as an old warrior past his prime, but to Aeryon, age held little significance.

    He saw beyond the surface, recognizing the potential within Durka to be more than just a fighter.

    He sensed the qualities of a true leader—wisdom, resilience, and the capacity to inspire and lead others.

    Though he acknowledged the possibility of disappointment, relying on hearsay, Aeryon remained undeterred.

    If the rumours proved true, he had much to gain by extending his hand to Durka.

    The prospect of gaining a capable and seasoned general under his command was an opportunity not to be overlooked.

    It is better to acquire one remarkable horse expert like Bo Le than to own ten superb horses.

    It is better to acquire one exemplary swordsmith like Ou Yezi than to own ten sharp swords.

    Acquiring many possessions is not as useful as acquiring a few experts who can identify exquisite items for you.

    The experts can help you to source and collect more valuable items, and the total number of possessions you own could be more than tenfold greater in the end

    And to him, Durka is like that. He has to few leaders in his tribe. Those who he could entrust to lead soldiers for him is few.

    So, how could he kill such a talent? Not to mention this is the kind of talent that he can use.

    He would not kill. Instead, he would do his best to woo such talent to work for him.

    As they circled each other, Aeryon with confident smile hanging on the corner of his mouth shouted

    "three moves" he shouted.