Unlike our last duel, this one would involve internal energy.
The outcome could be very different from when we fought with swordsmanship alone.
I put a moderate distance between myself and Jin Myeong-woo as we faced each other.
Just as we were about to begin, Family Head Jin and Jang Seo-young appeared.
They were watching us.
Jang Seo-young’s cold gaze was fixed on me, while the Family Head watched us with a blank expression.
The air in the training ground grew heavier.
This no longer felt like a simple duel between brothers, but a battle for the future of the Jin family.
Jang Seo-young’s eyes shifted to Jin Myeong-woo, a look of expectation in them.
It was as if she was hoping her son would finally defeat his ruffian of a brother.
I couldn’t read anything from the Family Head’s face.
Seol-hee stood some distance away from the Family Head’s group.
Her eyes were fixed only on me.
The duel began amidst the palpable tension.
Jin Myeong-woo took the first move.
His sword moved swiftly, cutting through the air like a bolt of lightning.
I parried the blow with ease.
Sparks flew with a clang of metal.
Jin Myeong-woo’s eyes widened.
He clearly hadn’t expected me to block his strike so easily.
Clang!
Clang!
A flurry of attacks followed.
His sword danced, striking at me from various angles.
Screech!
Sparks flew as our swords clashed.
A duel with internal energy was certainly different from before.
The exchange continued.
Jin Myeong-woo’s swordsmanship had changed.
It seemed he had been training diligently.
Perhaps spurred on by the shock of his previous defeat, his strikes, now imbued with internal energy, were sharp.
An incomplete blue aura emanated from his sword, creating sparks as it collided with mine.
‘I might lose if I’m not careful.’
But I still had room to breathe.
The physical abilities I’d gained from my stat increases compensated for my shortcomings.
This was the moment for my 45 points in Strength and Agility to shine.
Swish!
My sword cut through the air, grazing the hem of Jin Myeong-woo’s clothes.
His eyes couldn’t keep up with my movements.
“Huk…”
Jin Myeong-woo staggered, sweat beading on his forehead.
But he quickly corrected his posture and unleashed an even more powerful assault.
A continuous stream of strikes poured down on me.
His sword danced like a living snake, each blow infused with internal energy that sliced through the air of the training ground.
I parried his attacks one by one.
A flicker of anxiety crossed Jin Myeong-woo’s face.
“Haaah!”
With a sharp cry, Jin Myeong-woo’s blue sword aura split the air.
The strike, imbued with internal energy, flew toward my face at lightning speed.
I angled my sword and twisted my body to the side.
I heard the wind whistle past my ear as his attack cut through empty air.
But his assault didn’t end there.
He immediately spun the missed sword into a follow-up attack, aiming for my flank.
Swish!
I heard the sound of fabric tearing.
I had dodged by a hair’s breadth, but his sword had left a shallow cut where it grazed me.
Jin Myeong-woo’s eyes grew fierce.
Landing the first blow seemed to have boosted his confidence.
His attacks became even sharper.
The onslaught continued.
The arcs his sword drew became faster and faster, and the aura of his internal energy grew stronger.
For a while, our exchange was relentless.
The training ground was filled with the sound of swords clashing, sparks flying, and sword energy cutting through the air.
Gradually, the tide of the battle began to turn.
Jin Myeong-woo was panting, clearly exhausted.
Sweat dripped from his chin.
In contrast, I stood calmly.
Thanks to my increased stats, my stamina consumption was minimal.
In fact, I felt I could press him even harder.
‘Time to end this.’
I could see his ragged breathing and the faltering of his sword form.
Maintaining that incomplete sword aura seemed to have taken a huge toll on his stamina.
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As if he knew this was his last chance, he let out a great shout and threw all his strength into one final strike.
The energy radiating from his sword grew more intense.
It was an attack filled with the will to decide the match.
His internal energy reserves were greater than mine.
Meeting him head-on would be foolish.
I mixed a feint into my attack, making it seem as if I was going for a direct confrontation.
I dodged his honest strike, which came straight for my chest.
My posture became unstable for a moment, but I launched a counterattack from that very position.
My sword flew toward his neck.
Jin Myeong-woo’s pupils dilated.
He looked as if he had just seen the shadow of death.
My sword stopped just short of his neck.
The training ground fell silent.
Jin Myeong-woo stood frozen, drenched in a cold sweat.
The duel was over.
“…I’ve lost.”
Jin Myeong-woo’s voice trembled.
His face was a mask of frustration and defeat.
“You fought well, little brother.”
I said, sheathing my sword.
The training ground was quiet.
Jang Seo-young’s shocked gaze and the Family Head’s expressionless face were fixed on us.
Seol-hee watched us from a distance.
A smile played on her lips, as if she had expected my victory all along.
I walked over to Jin Myeong-woo, placed a hand on his shoulder, and whispered softly.
“You’d be surprised how tight Seol-hee’s pussy grips.
It’s quite fun, fucking the woman you so desperately wanted every single night.
Every night she wails, crying out ‘Young Master Myeong-woo’ over and over.”
Jin Myeong-woo’s body froze.
His shoulders trembled.
The mix of rage and despair on his face was quite amusing.
“And it wasn’t long before she was gasping for pleasure.
It was such a turn-on.
Her mouth is so lewd… If you’d seen how happy she was drinking my semen, your fantasy about the woman you loved so much would have shattered.”
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