Nameless King

Chapter 444 Scars

Wain continued to practice. He understood the principle of lowering strength, but he needed time to do it flawlessly.

Osvald, meanwhile, began training his two new students.

"Ready?" Osvald asked.

"Yes!" Agnes said confidently.

Luar nodded slightly.

"Good, then I want you to fight first. Use your Beyonds, but don't use abilities or equipment."

"What?"

"Just like that?"

"Of course, I want to see which of you is stronger. So, fight seriously, it's better for everyone." Osvald shrugged.

Agnes looked intently at Luar. Osvald's words hurt her, Agnes knew Luar was strong, but she was sure he was no match for her.

"Okay. If it's necessary, I have no other choice. Agnes, get ready, I'll show you the power of serenity!" Luar smiled as his aura rose.

Agnes remained silent. She stood up in a fighting stance, her look menacing. She was ready to win at all costs and prove that she was stronger.

"Come on, let's go!" Osvald clapped his hands together.

Whoooooooosh.

The silhouette of a golden lion appeared above Luar, claws on her hands and eyes turned like a cat's, with vertical pupils.

Agnes appeared wearing snow-white armor and battle gauntlets. Her hair grew longer, and energy covered her legs.

'Not bad. This girl has very good technique, and her Beyond enhances all of her physical attributes. This guy has the opposite situation, Beyond only partially merged with it. I wasn't wrong, this is sure to be interesting.' Osvald muttered to himself.

"Attack." Luar beckoned with her hand.

"You'll regret this."

Agnes stepped forward and turned into a white flash. She found herself next to Luar and delivered a powerful punch with her fist.

Luar barely had time to jump aside, but Agnes easily caught up with him. She attacked again. This time, her punch hit exactly the target. Her fist slammed into his stomach, and the shockwave tossed Luar aside.

"That's it? Osvald, I think you've made a mistake. He's no match for me." Agnes said confidently.

"Huh, are you so sure of that? Arrogance has never led to anyone's success. Look." Osvald pointed to the other end of the room.

A cloud of dust slowly settled, and Luar emerged from under the rubble. He was completely unharmed.

"It was a hard blow, but it wasn't enough." Luar shook his head as he shook off the dust.

"What? How is that possible?" Agnes was shocked.

She wasn't going to feel sorry for Luar. On the contrary, she ensured it was over on the first punch.

"No, I tricked you, though." Luar smirked, "Compared to Wain's punch, it's nothing. Look, I don't have a speck of dust on me, after Wain's punch, I was squirming in pain."

"Bastard..." Agnes whispered as her eyes filled with blood.

She lunged forward and attacked. Her foot came at Luar's head with great speed.

Luar ducked, dodged the blow, and leaped forward. Agnes tried to retreat, but Luar was too fast.

'What's going on?' Her eyes went wide.

Instead of taking the chance to strike, Luar touched her legs and lifted Agnes into his arms.

"How about we don't fight and go on a date instead? I like strong women." Luar grabbed Agnes by the chin.

Her face instantly turned red as a tomato, and her aura grew stronger and weaker at the same time. Agnes was confused.

'How did it come to this? Is this normal? Osvald was puzzled.

This was the first time even he had seen anyone suggest something like this in the middle of a fight.

"Get your hands off me!" Agnes shouted and bounced to the other side of the room.

She was breathing heavily, and a storm of emotions consumed her. She couldn't make up her mind about what she was feeling, it scared her.

"Huh, you turn out to be pretty shy. I even like it, though. It's cute." Luar smiled.

His aura weakened, and the golden lion silhouette disappeared.

"What are you doing...?! You won't... fight anymore?"

"No, there's no need for that now." Luar shrugged.

Agnes looked at Osvald.

"I think he's right. You will fight again a little later, you need to rest, and then we will begin training."

It took Agnes a long time to recover. She sat in the corner of the room all day, thinking about what had happened. She didn't understand why, but all she could think about were Luar's words and his face. He was a handsome man, probably more handsome than many women.

'Damn, what the hell is happening to me? It was just a joke, wasn't it?'

...

It wasn't until the second day that Luar and Agnes were able to start training.

Osvald explained to them how to hit correctly and how to use their energy. He pointed out their mistakes, and they had made terrific progress within a short period.

However, even by the third day, they were not fighting again. Osvald suggested they do so many times, but Agnes refused for no reason.

'Though she pretends it's okay, it isn't at all. Damn, why did he decide to do it now? He's caused the training to slow down several times.' Osvald inwardly muttered.

"What do we do next?" Luar asked.

'Nothing for now. Just rest and recuperate. I'll go check on Wain, and I want you ready to fight when I get back!" Osvald shouted.

"Looks like we don't have a choice, do we?" Luar looked at Agnes.

"Luar... Do you want to fight me, or is this another clever trick?"

"Who knows?" He smiled.

...

'I wonder what progress Wain has made? It's been three days since I learned this technique. It took me about the same amount of time.' Osvald pondered.

He opened the door and went inside.

In the center stood Wain, covered in sweat. He was breathing heavily, the air around him trembling, and dark energy enveloped his body.

Wain did not notice Osvald enter.

"Again." He muttered.

The energy went to his shoulders and penetrated his skin. However, it went no further, and dark, scar-like stripes began to appear on his shoulders.