Gal's wooden sword was split in half by Roa, with Gal holding onto one half while the front part of the blade fell to the ground.
At the moment Roa severed Gal's wooden sword, he too had reached his limit, and the sword completely disintegrated into dust.
Neither of them spoke, staring at each other in silence.
The sun rose, and the early morning light illuminated Roa's exceptionally handsome face. His golden hair swayed gently in the autumn breeze, cascading down to his waist as he stood tall.
Gal looked at the young man in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Truly, a young talent."
This was the vocabulary that Gal had struggled to come up with after pondering for a long time in his barren mind.
Is there anything more exaggerated than a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Sword Emperor?
The opponent could also wield the Sword of Light, which did not surprise Gal; it was likely that he had been taught by Ghislaine.
The young man had already grasped the essence of the Sword God style, and reaching the level of Sword Emperor was enough to explain everything.
Gal sighed, tightened the wooden sword in his hand, and said to Roa, "In that case, stay here. Whatever you want to learn, I will teach you."
Roa was somewhat surprised that the old man was so agreeable; the previous arrogant expression was still fresh in his memory.
"However!" Gal added a statement at the end of his sentence.
"You have to help me with one thing."
Gal said it this way.
Roa thought to himself, as expected, but he had no particular thoughts about it.
Learning something always requires some cost; he would just consider it as paying tuition.
Roa nodded and said, "I'll listen first, and if it's acceptable, I'll accept your request."
The old Sword God curled the corner of his mouth, revealing a sinister smile. The scars on his cheeks and the several scars on his chest looked menacing. The old Sword God said to Roa, "You must challenge the Dragon God. After you become a Sword God, you need to challenge him, regardless of winning or losing. Of course, winning would be best."
Roa fell into silence, his expression somewhat strange. The odd expression made Gal feel a bit strange as well. Gal instinctively thought that Roa was unwilling, so he frowned and said, "What's wrong? Don't you have the guts?"
Roa shook his head and spoke the truth: "No, it's just that even if you didn't say it, I would find an opportunity to challenge him and defeat him."
Roa's words made Gal pause for a moment. After a brief daze, he began to laugh wildly, his appreciation for Roa evident in his eyes.
"Good, very good! Then stay here. The position of Sword God is right here; if you want it, give it a try." After Gal finished speaking, he waved his hand and said to everyone, "Follow me."
Gal was in a good mood, which surprised Roa.
Why was he in a good mood? Shouldn't his presence have already threatened the position of Sword God?
Why did he look so happy?
Roa was puzzled.
Although Roa was confused, to Gal, it was actually quite simple.
The young man had gained his recognition.
That was all.
It was hard to say that just meeting once and having a brief spar had already earned the old Sword God's recognition; wouldn't that be too hasty?
But the fact was, the old Sword God had a simple reason for recognizing Roa.
Roa was strong, had great talent, and looked quite good.
Ignoring the last point, Roa was actually quite to Gal's liking, especially when he said he would defeat the Dragon God; Gal had already made up his mind to train this young man well.
In his youth, Gal had been reckless and had sought out the Dragon God to challenge him.
The result was self-evident; he was easily defeated by the Dragon God.
Soon, he simply extended his right hand, grabbed the hand that held the sword, and his vision began to blur. By the time everything was over, he was already lying on the ground.
At that time, he had just achieved the title of Sword King, full of vigor. He believed that everyone in the world was his opponent, and he thought that as long as he wanted, he could easily take off their heads. Those so-called seven great powers were merely people seeking fame.
Then, he found the Dragon God, who taught him a lesson.
Until he fell to the ground, he still hadn't realized what had happened. Looking at the long sword that had fallen into the dirt, he fell into confusion.
The Dragon God did not kill him directly, nor did he say any unnecessary words. He simply glanced at Gal, did not ask for his name, brushed off the dust from his body, and turned to continue on his way.
As the dust settled on the ground, Gal felt as if he were just like that dust, falling to the ground.
The other party had not said a word from beginning to end, had not asked for his name, and had simply defeated him.
This was the most normal thing for the Dragon God. In his long years and cycles, he had encountered far too many people like this, so dealing with them was naturally nothing special.
Time had erased too many of his emotions. The young boy in front of him had some talent, but in his eyes, he was not the most talented one.
To the Dragon God, Gal was just an insignificant little character, a passerby, a bystander in the river of life.
But to Gal, the Dragon God was already his everything.
This scene deeply stimulated Gal; his pride was trampled into the ground, just like himself.
Anger and frustration intertwined, but seeing the other party's indifferent face, there was also a trace of imperceptible fear.
Gal stood up again, looking at the figure of the other party as they walked away.
He said nothing, bent down to pick up the long sword on the ground. The long sword was very famous, one of the seven most renowned swords in the world, and it was the one he liked to use the most.
It was still the familiar long sword, but this time, Gal's right hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
No matter how much Gal did not want to admit it, he had to acknowledge this fact.
He was actually afraid?
Feeling the fear in his heart, Gal roared, turning all his frustration into that roar. His fist heavily struck the ground, then he picked up the long sword and walked into the distance.
Some people, after being defeated by a strong enemy, become despondent.
Some people, after being defeated by a strong enemy, will change their previous style and become more diligent.
Gal's talent was very good; there was no doubt about that.
He had previously learned swordsmanship casually, but this time, he became serious.
Sweating profusely, he put in ten times the effort compared to others.
Every time he practiced swordsmanship until his arms could no longer be lifted, he would think of that man, that cold expression, and that gesture of brushing off the dust.
Then Gal would grit his teeth and continue to swing the wooden sword in his hand.