Volume 8 Chapter 37: Getting Back Ground

"..." Neither side moved as they stood still. Keith's eyes did not blink for a whole minute. I can't make any rash moves against him. That was something he knew for sure. One move would gut him.

Isaac had such a normal stance, but it was anything but ordinary. No openings or imperfections. He was on the same level as Tennol, actually maybe even better! While ideas came to his mind,

"If you're not going to make a move, then I will," Isaac commented before disappearing.

Ching! The sound of wood collided with one another. Yet, it did not sound like wood at all! Instead, it felt like two metals colliding with one another.

"Oh," Isaac was intrigued, "So, you could block that?"

"You sound so unimpressed with that," Keith grinned. But he was sweating inside. What a heavy hit.

"Should I be?" Issac swung his sword again! His speed was blinding as Keith raised the shield in the air, guarding against it. But even as he did, he was being pushed back!

"You're wide open," "Gnh!" Isaac's blade smacked Keith in the face. Slowly, more attacks landed on the child!

"Are you-"

"He can't move. Rather, he can't counterattack," Krystal explained, "The sword saint isn't going to let him make a move." It was as if Isaac was a half...no, even two steps faster than Keith. There was no way the boy could overpower him. The others seemed to know this as well. Yet,

This kid isn't giving up. Issac realized something; despite the child getting pushed around like a rag-doll, he wasn't going down. His eyes were cold and calm; it was as if those attacks didn't affect him.

Wait for it. Keith's eyes continued to gaze at Isaac's movements. As the sword saint was going to land another blow,

"!" Isaac quickly backed off as Keith's spear went forward! It was a basic attack, but it was more than enough.

Good kid. Tennol nodded. It's time for you to get back some ground. He just needed to break his rhythm. However, this wasn't enough.

What else can you do? Isaac had taken a step away from him. But that was only for a second, as he went on the offensive again. Tennol understood Isaac wasn't going to give him any leeway.

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Who was he? He was none other than a sword saint. It would be impossible to interfere with his movement.

Keith understood this as well, and he quickly charged forward. Even as he held the shield, he was quite a blur.

"Get him, Keith!" Herrick cheered. It was time for him to repay the favor!

"Using a large shield was your first mistake." With one jab, he found Keith. But that was what he wanted.

"!" That large shield was sent flying into the air. Yet, there was no sound or response from the person! A shadow soon appeared behind the saint! Without hesitation, the saint slammed his fist, sending the child flying!

"Keith!"

"That was a hard hit!" It was nothing compared to the blows he used before.

"..." Tennol was silent as he stared at Isaac. That was because Keith had gotten up from the ground.

Blood dripped down from his forehead, yet it didn't make him feel defeated. Instead, there was an intense grin on his face, "For a sword saint, isn't this battle kinda lacking?"

"…" Are you nuts? Did that last hit break your brain?!

Alfia and the others frowned. Don't tell me...

"Look at his fingers!" One person shouted. When that was said, everyone focused on Isaac's fingers. He was still holding onto his sword, but there were two bent fingers!

Good job using your uncertainty to your advantage. Tennol realized what had occurred. When Keith got close to Isaac, his main target was his fingers. Yet, doing so against someone of Isaac's caliber was next to impossible. Not unless he had a plan.

That's why he was going a beat slower. Sparring with Keith for so long, he knew what the boy was capable of. Yet, he went slow against him. It was a herring to make Isaac believe that was his limit. But in reality, the child was much faster!

Even Tennol was amazed by how daring this kid was. Not using his full power against such a strong opponent was a death sentence.

"..." Felix and Oscar's expressions were indescribable as they saw what had transpired.

"Shouldn't you use your dominant hand?" Keith grinned as he wiped the blood off his head.

"!" Isaac's expression changed.

"Do you think I wouldn't notice? You aren't even using your dominant hand," Keith could tell something was up when Isaac held his sword; it was a little weird. The body weight wasn't equal. That meant he was going soft against him.

"Hah," Isaac chuckled, "Child, I commend you for your skills. But you're biting off more than you can chew." He was beating him left and right before. Yet, he wanted to fight him with his actual hand?

"I'm the one who gets to decide. And I doubt you can use your hand after I broke those fingers." Keith grinned as he slammed his spear on the ground.

"..." Dude had one crazy set. No one would dare talk to a sword saint like that!

"Keith is the craziest person I have ever met," Scarlet laughed as she held her head.

"...Interesting. Then make this fun for me." Isaac did what the child wanted and switched hands. His whole demeanor changed; that once aloof cloud had become sharp.

"I have to get-" Instant.

"!" Keith sidestepped. However, it was not enough; his left arm had a cut going through it. And that was not the end, as Isaac rained down even more pierces!

"Holy!"

"How are you supposed to do anything about this?!"

"It's impossible to block it!"

That relentless assault was like a leopard not allowing its prey to escape.

"Keith, you need to put up your guard or something!"

I'm trying! Keith was trying to do so, but each blow pushed his hand back down!

"You're good, but you're still too green!" Issac sliced at Keith's face. But the boy moved his head upwards, dodging. Yet, it struck his chin.

"It's over." A hit to the chin was just as destructive. And yet,

"You're standing?"