The disciples looked puzzled. Understanding combat theory was one thing—but applying it correctly was another.
One of them finally cupped his hands and bowed slightly. "We don't understand quite clearly, Core Disciple Alaric. Would you mind demonstrating for us?"
The disciple spoke with careful respect. After all, incurring the wrath of a core disciple—especially in front of a Grand Elder—was a risk no newcomer dared take.
Alaric's pride swelled at the display of deference. He extended his right hand toward a disciple.
Without hesitation, the selected disciple hurled his training sword into Alaric's waiting palm, drawing the envious gazes of the others. Being the one whose sword Alaric chose—it was an honor they all craved.
But they held their envy in check. Gritting their teeth, they continued to observe in silence.
Alaric caught the wooden sword effortlessly, then gestured for the disciple who made the mistake to step forward.
