"Phew —"
With a heavy exhalation, Gray exited from his cultivation state.
His face was covered in sweat, and his hands were on his knees. He was clearly exhausted, but a smile could not help but appear on his face.
"The first training posture of the fourth cycle, completed."
The blood technique "Wind Wolf" had a total of four training postures. The completion of the first training posture indicated that he would be able to complete one-fourth of the fourth cycle.
It had only been a month since he became a middle-level Blood Warrior. This was far beyond his expectations.
At this rate, he should be able to complete the fourth cycle in another three months and become an upper-level Blood Warrior.
This was much earlier than the maximum six months he had expected, reaching the shortest time he had expected.
"Young Master Bernal!"
Suddenly, the maid Barbara's greeting came from afar. Gray turned his head to look and saw Bernal, with his dazzling short golden hair and his white battle attire, walking towards him.
His eyebrows twitched imperceptibly, and he released his hands from his knees. He stood up straight and walked towards the other party.
Many people knew that he was cultivating in the empty space south of the castle, but apart from Sarah, only Elise had secretly spied on him.
The others, even Viscount Fergus, had never come here. It was obvious that they had tacitly agreed that this place was his private territory.
This time, Bernal's arrival made him feel that there was something "out of the ordinary" about it.
"Big Brother Bernal."
Gray greeted him as he walked over.
The misunderstanding of the assassination had been resolved, and with the matter of the "title", Gray had lowered his guard against Bernal. At least, he was no longer as wary as before.
At the same time, there was a trace of guilt. Guilt that he might snatch away the other party's right to inherit the title in the future.
Although Gray was not that enthusiastic about the title, what he wanted more was the life of a noble, and not the inheritance of the title and the control of the Fergus family.
But judging from the current situation, even if he was unwilling to accept it, Viscount Fergus would very likely force him to inherit the title.
If the Fergus family wanted to go one step further and fight for the only remaining Earl title in the Sidney Marquisdom, they needed at least a Berserker to inherit the title.
And with the potential that Bernal had shown, it would be very difficult for him to become a Berserker without a special opportunity!
"Yes."
Hearing Gray's greeting, Bernal responded. After a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Gray with his dark blue eyes.
"Gray, fight with me!"
Fergus Castle, Whitestone Gymnasium.
Gray was dressed in a gray battle suit. His black hair fluttered in the wind. His blue eyes lost some of the immaturity of a young man and gained some of the depth of an adult.
In his hand, there was a wooden sword made of ironwood. It was 1.4 meters long and 5 centimeters wide.
In front of him, ten meters away, Bernal was wearing a white battle suit. He was also holding a wooden sword made of ironwood.
Bernal obviously attached great importance to this battle. He tried his best to make it a real battle. Except for the fact that the weapon was made of wood, everything else was no different from a real battle.
Viscount Fergus, Elise, and Caroline were standing next to the Whitestone Gymnasium.
Viscount Fergus frowned and then relaxed. In the end, he did not stop this battle.
"Brother, do your best!"
Elise supported Bernal one-sidedly.
Caroline, on the other hand, looked on calmly, not intending to support either side.
"Gray, show me your full strength!"
Looking at Gray, Bernal looked very serious.
From the serious expression on his face, it was as if he had made some kind of important decision.
"Okay."
Gray nodded solemnly.
Although he did not know why Bernal suddenly asked for a battle, he could clearly feel that Bernal valued this battle. If he deliberately showed weakness or did not show his full strength, it would be disrespectful to Bernal.
Moreover, even if he used his full strength, he might not be able to win against Bernal.
Although he was already a middle-level Blood Warrior and had inherited this body's combat talent, the time he had been exposed to real battle was too short. He still lacked combat experience.
Bernal, on the other hand, had been exposed to real battle for at least five years. He also had the experience of killing people early on. His combat experience could be said to be extremely shrewd and ruthless. Facing his opponent, the slightest carelessness could cause him to lose miserably.
Whoosh!
Almost at the same time, both of them moved. The distance of more than ten meters was closed in the blink of an eye with their extremely fast speed.
Whoosh!
Bernal swung the sword in his hand first.
The black ironwood longsword tore through the air with a terrifying whistling sound. From bottom to top, it was like a black shadow, slashing towards Gray.
Whoosh!
Gray, who was charging forward, stomped his right foot on the ground and twisted his ankle. His forward momentum suddenly changed as he quickly swept towards Boral's right side.
At the same time, the sword in his hand swung behind him, slashing in the opposite direction towards Bernal.
Bang!
Gray's reverse slash was blocked.
The slash was dodged, and there was another slash coming from the right. Bernal's sword changed direction rapidly, drawing an arc and blocking Gray's slash.
Pa, pa, pa!
However, it was a hasty block after all, and the force was not at its strongest. Bernal was directly shaken back by the huge force transmitted from the sword. He had to take a few steps back to dissipate the force.
Bang!
With a stomp on the ground, the white flagstone floor trembled slightly. Gray's figure quickly rushed towards Bernal. The ironwood sword in his hand slashed vertically with an aura that could split mountains.
Whoosh!
However, this slash hit empty air. The moment before his sword slashed down, Bernal's figure had disappeared.
Suddenly, like a phantom, he disappeared and reappeared a few meters away. The explosive speed in an instant could be described as terrifying.
Obviously, this was the power of blood pouring into his legs to increase his speed!
Whoosh!
Moreover, this few meters of lateral movement allowed Bernal to appear on Gray's left side. The black ironwood sword was like a black light, slashing horizontally towards Gray.
Whoosh!
There was no need to turn his head. The sound of the wind coming from the left was enough for Gray to determine that the attack came from the left side.
Pouring the power of blood into his legs, Gray's body moved like lightning to the right, narrowly avoiding Bernal's slash. When Bernal's sword was closest to him, it was less than a centimeter away.
Then, he turned around, slanted his body, and stabbed his sword towards Bernal. Bernal, however, retreated quickly, increasing the distance between them.
Whoosh, whoosh!
After more than ten consecutive exchanges, except for the first time when their weapons collided, their weapons did not collide again.
As people who also practiced the blood technique "Wolf of Wind", the two preferred to rely on speed to deal with the enemy rather than face the enemy head-on.
However, this did not mean that their exchanges were not thrilling. In fact, it could be said that their fighting style was more thrilling than usual.
After exchanging blows several times, their weapons were always less than a few centimeters away from each other's bodies. If it weren't for the fact that they were wielding swords made of ironwood, the spectators would have thought that they were fighting to the death.
"So fast!"
Watching the fight in the field, Caroline's voice was slightly surprised.
The speed of a Low-level Blood Warrior with the power of blood was already very fast, but compared to the two people in the field, it was a level lower.
If she were to face either of them in a different place, she would probably be defeated in three to five moves.
"Hmph, the final winner will definitely be Big Brother. It's still too early for Gray to catch up to Big Brother!"
Afraid that Viscount Fergus would hear, Elise muttered softly.
Seeing the fight in the field, he had to admit that Gray's current strength had far surpassed his.
However, he still did not think that Gray could catch up to his Big Brother Bernal.
On one hand, it was because of the strong image that his Big Brother Bernal had built up in his heart since he was young. On the other hand, it was also because of some personal feelings.
Although he felt that Gray was slightly more pleasing to the eye because he had taken back the Hanhu cub, between his Big Brother and Gray, he would definitely side with his Big Brother.
The fight in the field continued.
Whoosh!
Dodging Bernal's long sword once again, Gray appeared on Bernal's right side, preparing to stab at Bernal's chest from the side.
Because it was an ironwood sword, it did not have a blade, and the tip was not sharp. In addition, Bernal was still wearing his battle armor, so Gray was not afraid that this would hurt him.
Whoosh!
However, at this moment, before he could strike, an ironwood longsword slashed at him like a ray of black light, as if it had already known that he would appear here.
"How can it be so fast?"
For the first time, Gray's face showed surprise. Bernal's longsword had already slashed out, how could it turn back so quickly?
It was too unexpected, and the sword was already very close to him. It was too late to dodge, so he could only raise his sword to block.
Bang!