The Absolute Godspeed of Infinite Worlds

The benefits brought by the Twin Wings Style were by no means trivial.

This was a sublimation of realm, marking Eiji's transcendence beyond the human domain into a superhuman state. Under the guidance of the Twin Wings Style, Eiji's bodily control had also greatly improved, and his other sword techniques would naturally advance alongside it.

"Still, compared to the real Twin-Wings, I'm far from her level!"

Eiji stopped his movements.

In his mind, the peerless elegance of the true Twin Wings Style from the night before last gradually surfaced. Having stepped into the same realm, Eiji could now clearly perceive it.

The Twin Wings Style was truly flawless swordsmanship.

Not a single sound accompanied her movements, indicating no waste of energy—her power was astonishingly immense.

"In comparison..."

Eiji swung his sword, producing a faint yet crisp whistling sound.

The fact that sound still emerged was proof of his imperfect control over his strength. His bodily mastery still fell short when measured against Twin-Wings.

Not only that.

The true Twin Wings Style had likely already ascended to another level entirely.

At present, Eiji could, at best, achieve an instantaneous acceleration from zero to maximum speed.

But Twin-Wings was different.

In the final two strikes of that night, Twin-Wings had not only executed an instantaneous maximum acceleration from zero but also managed to decelerate from maximum speed to zero—achieving complete instantaneous stillness!

In Twin-Wings' swordsmanship, neither acceleration nor friction existed—even inertia had vanished.

Newton would have called for his brother twice over.

Eiji had now reached the realm of "instantaneous maximum acceleration," but he had yet to touch the level of "instantaneous complete stillness."

As for Twin-Wings, she had undoubtedly perfected the fusion of both, attaining an entirely new realm.

This was why Eiji claimed the gap between them remained vast.

"To reach Twin-Wings' level, I must achieve perfect control over every ounce of my strength!"

Eiji pondered ceaselessly.

The decisive difference between him and Twin-Wings lay in their mastery over their own power.

Twin-Wings could perfectly command every fraction of her strength, wasting not a single iota, which was how she had ascended to that new realm.

Eiji, however, still couldn't fully control his entire body, hence the disparity.

In other words, as long as Eiji improved his bodily control, he would eventually reach Twin-Wings' level—the gap between them was solely determined by this one factor.

However, honing bodily control was a painstakingly slow process with no shortcuts, so what he urgently needed now was still time.

"And then there's my master's 'swordsmanship'..."

Eiji took a deep breath, his expression gradually turning solemn.

He gathered his focus, and at a certain moment, abruptly hurled the sword in his right hand.

But nothing happened.

The blade embedded itself into the trunk of a courtyard tree, the entire length vanishing inside until only the hilt remained. Beyond that, there was nothing.

Indeed.

No spatial stagnation occurred.

It was as if the strike he had unleashed during the final showdown with Twin-Wings had been nothing but an illusion.

"So it really is like this."

Eiji let out a long sigh.

Undoubtedly, this was a technique born from Eiji's inspiration after witnessing Scáthach's ultimate skill, sparking the idea to adapt it into a swordsmanship technique.

However, the original move was a spear technique requiring dual spears to execute. Eiji's adaptation process was fraught with stumbling blocks, and even with Scáthach's personal guidance, progress was nearly nonexistent.

During his final confrontation with Twin-Wings, his consciousness was on the verge of collapse. In that desperate situation, his body instinctively unleashed that strike.

That was the only time he succeeded.

Yet, due to his lack of familiarity with the technique, Twin-Wings managed to counter it.

Now, attempting to replicate it again proved far from easy.

He could hardly recall how he had executed it back then. In that moment, his mind had been blank—it was only the instinctive urging of his body at its limit that barely allowed him to succeed, and he immediately blacked out afterwards.

"Forget it. If it happened once, it'll happen again. With enough repetition, even a narrow goat path will eventually become a broad highway."

Eiji gave up on dwelling further.

Ultimately, rather than obsessing over another's ultimate technique, it was better to devise one of his own—a unique skill capable of rivaling it.

That was what a true master of the sword should strive for.

"Hey."

Just as Eiji was fully immersed in his sword practice, a cold voice suddenly called out from the side.

Eiji's empty swing paused slightly as he lifted his head toward the source of the voice.

A werewolf approached from the direction of a nearby spire.

He stood about the same height as Eiji, who had grown to around six feet over the past few months. His build was lean and powerful, clad in a white outer garment with his muscular chest bare, utterly indifferent to the chill in the air.

At the moment, his gaze was icy, and the lightning-shaped tattoo stretching from his left forehead down to his neck made him appear particularly fierce.

"Something wrong?"

Eiji looked at him, slightly puzzled.

"Hah? You're asking me if something's wrong?"

Bete's eyes widened, his expression growing even more menacing.

"Don't tell me you've already forgotten how you publicly slandered me as impotent!"

Oh!

That was a thing!

Eiji suddenly remembered.

With so much happening lately, he'd nearly forgotten about it.

Seeing his belated realization, Bete's glare turned even darker.

If looks could kill, Eiji would have been pierced dozens of times by now.

"So, you want me to clarify things for everyone?"

Eiji countered.

That was fine too.

Bete wasn't a bad person at heart. Though he seethed with anger toward Eiji, he'd never resorted to underhanded revenge and had always prioritized the greater good during expeditions. It was just his prickly personality that made him unpopular.

Eiji's anger had long since faded, so clearing things up wasn't an issue.

"Don't make it sound like I'm forcing you!"

Bete clicked his tongue, his face full of disdain.

"Let's make it fair—we'll fight. If you lose, you'll clarify the truth and apologize to me in front of everyone!"

Who knew how long he'd suffered under the stigma of being called impotent?

He even had nightmares about it!

"No problem."

Eiji agreed readily.

"But if you lose, what then?"

"Whatever you say, as long as it's something I can do, I'll never go back on my word!"

Bete said with a cold arrogance.

"Deal!"

Eiji nodded cheerfully.

"Then let's do it now!"

Bete spread his legs and slowly began stretching, his entire body brimming with fighting spirit.

"If we delay any longer, we won't be able to fight once everyone wakes up!"

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