Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 519 - 519 246 Hydra Sword

519: Chapter 246 Hydra Sword 519: Chapter 246 Hydra Sword The multitude of possibilities he saw seemed to weigh down Leon’s consciousness.

He had experienced Olivia’s full-force sword skills before.

Yet, it seemed that the more he saw now compared to the past, the more he could profoundly understand the gap in their swordsmanship.

As they say, ignorance is bliss…

knowing more leads to despair…

Leon squinted, eventually sweeping away the frustration in his heart of finding no chance of victory.

After all, this was not a duel to the death with an enemy; the martial arts competition with Olivia wouldn’t endanger his life either.

Moreover, even when faced with Valensis Arsene’s intent to kill, he did not fall into despair.

Thinking of this, Leon couldn’t help but try to recall his mindset in that hopeless situation.

Just how did he manage to land that final counterstrike in such an almost impossible scenario?

To think, if the opponent wasn’t a strong knight with such a vast difference in physical prowess, he would have nearly won even at the cost of a severe injury and losing an arm.

Feeling a bit of a headache, Leon frowned, unable to find the sensation of that desperate final sword stroke.

Was it because this duel was merely a practice exercise with no real harm intended?

Let alone killing him, Olivia wouldn’t even harm him.

This unparalleled sense of security made Leon unable to find the crisis pressure and fear of that day.

Attempting to capture the phantom outlines of Olivia’s sword stance in her eyes, Leon was equally unable to see as clearly as he did that day.

Many premonitions turned into nothing midway, and trying to reconstruct them only added to the mental fatigue.

As his breathing rhythm lengthened, Leon felt it wasn’t an illusion, as his internal magic elements were speeding towards his mind.

This was a level of consumption he hadn’t experienced since discovering his abilities on the sickbed.

Calming his heart, Leon saw Olivia standing quietly opposite him, unmoving, patiently waiting for him.

Having a Sword Saint wife patiently sparring was indeed a blessing.

He silently mused, then temporarily gave up on exploring that day’s desperate final sword attempt.

The sword stroke that exceeded his skill limit that day, Leon already realized that he could not replicate it now.

However, apart from that sword stroke, he did have other gains.

In Leon’s mind, the unavoidable Death Spiral kept replaying.

The final strike of the Peacock Knight, he could never forget.

Releasing his grip on the sword’s handle with his left hand, raising the weapon with one hand, he tried to mimic Arsene’s posture, adjusting his body and searching for that stance’s position.

This was not empty form.

Because on that day, he had indeed clearly seen Count Arsene’s myriad variations of that strike.

Every possible…

Every trajectory the blade could take…

Every step and body’s movement dynamics…

Every shift in the body’s force…

With his left hand gently supporting the side of the blade, Leon clumsily imitated the Peacock Knight’s initial stance.

Olivia’s brow almost immediately twitched slightly.

She glimpsed the beauty and danger hidden in Leon’s stance.

The outlines of blades unfurled from his body like a peacock spreading its tail and began to swirl, spiraling….

However, this extraordinary trajectory, seen in a fleeting glance, extended for less than a moment before its form dissolved, becoming chaotic and rushed, with its terrifying threat disappearing entirely.

The girl still did not urge or interrupt, maintaining her readiness and allowing her partner to try.

Leon sighed, stood up, put down the sword, seemingly abandoning his initial plan, and began to ponder right there…

It still doesn’t work, unable to recreate Arsene’s sword technique completely.

Without years of training and accumulation, attempting to mimic the deep skills of a Great Knight was like an impossible dream.

Moreover, many changes required strength far beyond his current physical capabilities.

The changes in the Peacock Knight’s strike mostly needed to unfold at the very end of the attack, requiring the use of skill and strength to reach the utmost precision.

That was also why he couldn’t avoid it at the time, even if he could see the trajectory, it was already too late when facing the final decisive blade motion—his fate was sealed…

…If a full version isn’t possible, could he utilize its principles to simplify and develop techniques with similar effects?

Gesturing in place, Leon bit by bit removed from memory the attack variations and trajectories he couldn’t accomplish…

After a long time, when he seriously raised his sword and bent his body again, he held an original thought unique to himself in his heart.

He had known in the past that the girl inherently possessed a perception talent stronger than ordinary people, which was also how she insightfully grasped extraordinary sword skills time and again with her heart’s eyes.

That talent might be on par with his current intriguing abilities.

With such a gap in skill level, facing his attacks, to her, it was like seeing every step clearly.

In this case, the principle of the Peacock Knight’s unavoidable sword technique, when used against Olivia, undoubtedly seemed a more correct approach for him.

Adjusting his breathing to the optimal state, Leon pointed the sword tip at the girl.

Simplifying the peacock’s lavish and terrifying display into nine basic sword moves.

If he couldn’t unfold all changes in the scant instant at the end, he would construct each move into a geometric sword force, with the trajectory extending between the midsegment and the endpoint.

Utilizing the Olivia School’s footwork, he locked the final coverage into a triangular area around the target.

What if he coordinated with Cat Spinning during chaotic battles?

Leon temporarily set aside his moment of inspiration, planning to slowly research with Olivia later.

But for now, his sole focus was Olivia, standing quietly ahead.

Steel boots stomped, bursting with a loud crash.

Leon charged forth like a whirlwind.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes….

——A full nine strikes!

Olivia’s eyes lit up, and the warrior’s blood within her surged with irresistible excitement.

Nine flashes of brilliance appeared in her vision, blooming like a trail in Leon’s path.

Whether left, right, upwards, or retreating, unless she could burrow underground, avoiding those sharp edges in that instant would always leave her a step behind in the technical exchange.

Forcibly speeding up with her physical abilities would clearly defeat the purpose of this technical contest.

But if she continued with the original solution, without doubt, she’d receive a hit…Facing this new and wonderful swordsmanship, the girl’s golden eyes had dispersed, with her pair of green eyes shining brightly.

In less than the interval of a single breath transformation.

The girl entered her first meditative contemplation in a sword fight since she was eleven.

Raising her hand, she lifted the Hidden Sword Style at her waist to her shoulder.

Olivia moved——

Before contact, the crossing of their swords had already intertwined in consciousness.

——Clang!!

The arena echoed with the crisp metallic sound as if only one ring could be heard…

…

…….That night in the main castle.

Despite his exhaustion, Leon finally finished writing the key points of his newly comprehended move on the latest manuscript page of the “Olivia School Martial Arts General Outline”.

Glimpsing at the thick original manuscript, a special sense of achievement welled up in his heart.

This was so far the only martial arts mastery completely created by himself and added to it.

“Hmm…

But what should this move be called?”

Having written down the principles and summary, Leon pondered the still blank title, troubled.

Even naming Olivia’s moves fried several of his brain cells, nearly exhausting all the swordsmanship names he’d brought from his past life.

“Olivia, could you give me some suggestions?” Leon turned around, looking towards the girl already nestled into bed.

The girl, face flushed, tightened the covers even more, hiding in the blanket like a large “caterpillar,” in that attire that made her shy to the point of fainting.

“…Ah?

What?” Only her head exposed, Olivia looked over, somewhat flustered.

She regretted foolishly agreeing to Leon’s request for the victory “reward” that day.

Truly unsure where he found that shameful outfit or when he’d hidden it in their room….

Leon, chuckling cheerfully, had to repeat the question once more.

“Just…

just name it….” The girl frowned, pondering deeply.

“Since it’s a total of nine chaotic strikes…

how about calling it ‘Leon Nine Swords’?” Olivia recalled another bedtime adventure story he had told previously.

Leon paused in surprise, not expecting the girl, who was usually bad at naming, to come up with a decent name.

This sparked more inspiration in him.

Leon Nine Swords does sound good, but after all, this was just one sword move, not nine sets of sword styles from a solitary swordmaster.

Thinking carefully along these lines…

“Nine-headed Dragon Flash,” an ancient name, popped into Leon’s mind.

“Let’s call it ‘Hydra Sword’.”

“Hydra?”

“A mythical nine-headed snake that, when one head is cut off, two more grow in its place.

I’ll tell you its story later, hmm…

Maybe I can continue to delve deeper into its transformations, so this name fits just right.” Leon explained.

Uncertain whether this world had such a creature, he found the name quite fitting.

Putting away the ink and pen, he stretched and turned towards the bed, with a not-so-good-intentions grin.

The Golden Lion Knight of Avalon had lost his majestic demeanor and crawled into bed, softly pleading.

“…Could you…

blow out the candle?”

“Why would I?

‘Mr.

Leon’ has anticipated this night for so long, be good, let me see~!”

“~Mmm…..”