Lament, in its altered state which seemed to reflect the night sky, possessed absolute sharpness. Reaching Master class and being able to manifest Aura Armor would not help me. The only thing that could defend me against it was a holy relic.0

While Lament’s offensive power was ridiculous, that was not the fundamental issue. The biggest problem was that my swordplay originated from Ellen. 0

I had learned swordsmanship from Ellen at the Temple. While I had trained with Sabioleen Tana later on, the root of my swordsmanship came from Ellen’s teaching. Everything I had learned, from swordsmanship to hand-to-hand combat and suppression techniques, I had learned from her. 0

Ellen, with her incomparable talent, had taught me everything. Therefore, Ellen was inevitably my superior in terms of swordsmanship.0

We had crossed swords countless times over a long period of time. Ellen knew exactly what I understood about her swordsmanship, how I used it, what my habits were, and which movements I usually used. Strictly speaking, Ellen knew me better than I knew myself. That was why Ellen had managed to read all my moves in the staged fight earlier in the day, allowing us to engage in such an extreme show of sword fighting without seriously injuring each other. 0

Of course, I had surprised her with an almost suicidal move in the end, but that was because that move was clearly beyond what she would have expected from me. Therefore, aside from the personal devastation that the fight with Ellen had brought me, it also confirmed a fact I had mostly expected: I was still weaker than Ellen.0

Even if she did not have Lament, with its absolute offensive prowess, I still wouldn’t be able to defeat Ellen.0

Even if my overall physical abilities had now surpassed Ellen’s, Ellen’s physical strength had been greater than mine for a long time. Even without that...0