I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple

Hector looked up at me, dazed. Coincidentally, at that moment, his nose started bleeding.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing. No matter how handsome a person was, a nosebleed would make them look ridiculous.

"You!" Hector growled, jumped up, and attacked again.

His strikes were fiercer now, but his emotional state made them easier to predict.

I evaded effortlessly and asked, "What is this swordsmanship's name?"

"Shut up!" Hector snapped.

"So, it is the Shut-Up Swordsmanship," I remarked with a smile.

Hector's face flushed crimson.

No matter how talented the Iron-Blooded Lord's son was, his lack of real experience showed. A simple provocation had shattered his composure.

Honestly, Hector would not have ended up like this if it weren't for me.

"Are you going to keep dodging like a coward?" he demanded.

"If I was only dodging, wouldn't your nose be fine?" I retorted.

"Shut up!" he barked.

"I already know its name, so no need to repeat it."

Just as the veins on Hector's forehead bulged, a sharp voice cut through the...

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