If one had to sum up Ancestor Cardenas’s swordsmanship in a single word, it would be “perfection.”0

Her blade traced arcs and cut in all directions, embodying the extreme of the Eight Principles of Yong. Every move—thrust, slash, cleave, sever, push, deflect, parry, and carve—was frighteningly refined. Each time Leonard engaged the Ancestor, the supposedly flawless sword techniques he had so proudly polished revealed hidden flaws, forcing him to retreat. 0

After only thirty exchanges, Leonard found himself nearly ten paces back when the Ancestor spoke up.0

“Your swordsmanship is unique. Pure offense and pure defense… A balanced harmony of attack and defense, and a seamless blend—freely transitioning between the four stances based on the user. Impressive.” 0

Ancestor Cardenas had effortlessly analyzed the structure of Leonard’s One Origin Five Elements Sword Art, gesturing casually with her blade, clearly intrigued. 0

“This time, I’ll only block and evade. Go ahead. Attack me.” 0

How many could act so casually in a duel against a Demigod Tier warrior, of which only ten existed in this world? Yet Leonard felt no indignation, nor was he discouraged. He drew several more blades from his subspace...0