Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 290: Light Spar

As agreed, Milo was to honour a spar with the elemental champion of salt, he could only wonder how salt could be used offensively or for any sort of typical spells, its main usage seemed to lie in the caster learning to recreate actual salt to perfection and just serve as a furnisher of the good, salt was the main method of preservation for many after all, and if you had a good source of it, why bother developing complex arrays and such?

A sparring room within the palace was lit up with mana lights, Lunate was a rather stylish swordswoman, wielding a rapier in one hand, the other up against her hips, posture tall and compact despite her lack of height.

The thin blade of her sword was held with the tip pointed straight at the ceiling, splitting her face into two, Milo had heard that she had been grievously wounded back at Ircron, having most of her bones broken, left weakened and on the verge of death, he could not see any signs of this happening right now, Rosemary’s healing flames were incredibly potent, if something could be healed, you better believe that it would be healed to perfection.

Milo rose his hands, golden mana reinforcing his entire body, he too had learned the intricacy of healing oneself using their own mana, his golden element was quite suited for it, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have been able of learning this trick at all, with his own regular mana, he could not do it.

Thanks to this, he had been pushing himself well beyond the limits repeatedly, often sparring with Griar, whose battle art was horrendously powerful, capable of denying nearly all of someone’s abilities and tricks with ease, since Milo did not have any ability that could bypass this, so it was preferable to also spar with people against which he could actually train his magical capabilities.

Stepping forward first, Lunate brought her free hand close to her blade as she pointed it forward, bringing it forward, salt gathering around her blade, dark blue eyes focusing intently, Milo augmenting his speed, focusing mana on his legs into a burst as he sensed what was coming.

Standing well away from her, he dodge to the side immediately as her blade thrusted forward, the blade itself out of reach, but followed by a condensed, spinning whirling of salt, here he had his answer, you just needed to want to deal damage to find an offensive usage to anything.

That initial thrust was followed by five others, coming out in quick succession, as Milo ran in an arc around the elemental champion, barely avoiding the destructive spell that seemed intertwined with a battle art as well.

Lunate had a stellar grasp of her power output and sturdiness of her opponents simply by looking at them once.

If that was the youngest and least experienced of the elemental champions, then Milo ought to seek out the others to see what they could do as well, although the champions were mostly staying amidst themselves he did know that Griar was getting quite familiar with Msir, the champion of sword since they had the same elemental affinity.

Yes, it was for the best to get the most experience from as many sources as was possible, simply training what he had been taught was not the greatest source of progression for Milo, action and conflict had made him advance incredibly fast, his two fight with the green-bladed swordswoman, and his confrontation against Alkayne had brought in tremendous gains afterwards.

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Having experienced a natural heightening of the strength of a blow for a split instant, he felt on the verge of comprehending something about his element.

’Hold on, where did she even go? There is only the main inner garden that way...’ he only now realised that Lunate went in a completely nonsensical direction.

And although the gardens were normally very pleasant, suffused in pure darkness, they were more of an environmental hazard than anything.

’Surely, she knows where she is going...’