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Chapter 91 A Sky Knight? What's that?

"Constant practice has its rewards. According to Lucrecia, this training ground adjusts opponents based on my level. Who's my next challenge?" Michael asked, his composure unshaken.

Alexander nodded, though his amazement lingered. "Indeed. However, it's difficult to gauge your true level. Officially, you rank as an eighth-class knight, but your actual skills far exceed that. With your archery and stealth abilities, you could defeat opponents several levels above you."

Michael's lips curled into a faint smile. "Let's see how much further I can go."

"Could you summon random opponents for me? I want to test my limits," Michael asked.

Alexander nodded and gestured toward the dark corners of the forest. Black silhouettes began to rise, their forms coalescing into masked figures.

"Very well. Then let us begin! You'll need to use every skill at your disposal," Alexander said, his tone laced with challenge.

Michael gripped his bow tightly, his eyes scanning the area with sharp precision. The first thing he did was count his enemies: thirty-eight in total.

As the masked figures charged toward him, Michael swiftly melted into the shadows nearby.

The masked enemies hesitated, disoriented by the sudden disappearance of their target. Then, from above, Michael emerged silently on a tree branch.

He spotted his first target and, without hesitation, released an arrow. The arrow pierced the lead enemy's head, turning him into ash.

When the remaining enemies began moving toward the direction of the attack, Michael disappeared into the shadows again.

Moving with ghost-like precision, he began systematically eliminating the masked figures one by one.

Despite their efforts to locate him, Michael always managed to stay one step ahead. His movements were silent and fluid, like a natural-born assassin.

As chaos spread among the enemies, Michael moved between trees and shadows, picking them off with a relentless efficiency.

The third, fourth, and fifth enemies fell in rapid succession, each dissolving into ash as Michael's arrows struck their marks.

With each takedown, his movements grew faster, and his precision became deadlier.

Eventually, only one masked figure remained.

From his perch in the trees, Michael aimed his bow at the final target.

The arrow flew true, piercing the figure's heart. With a scream of pain, the last enemy crumbled into ash, leaving the battlefield silent.

Michael emerged from the forest, heading toward the training grounds. Alexander was there, clapping with genuine admiration.

"As expected, remarkable work, my lord. Now, may I have the honor of facing you myself?" Alexander asked, his eyes alight with a competitive gleam.

Michael hesitated for a moment. Alexander, the first commander of the Radiance's Holy Knights, personally stepping in as his opponent?

Making up his mind, Michael drew his sword. "Let's start with swords, then. Come at me!"

Alexander nodded and unsheathed his own blade, his presence exuding the poise and power of a seasoned knight.

The two warriors slowly closed the distance between them, their eyes locked, the tension in the air palpable.

Alexander moved first, charging forward with a loud battle cry. His sword slashed through the air with speed and precision.

Michael reacted instantly, raising his blade to block the strike.

The clash of steel echoed across the training grounds as Alexander launched a series of rapid attacks. Your next chapter awaits on My Virtual Library Empire

His strikes were sharp and precise, the product of years of refined technique. Michael, meanwhile, relied on his quick reflexes and raw power to parry and counter.

Alexander's attacks were masterful, his movements a display of disciplined skill. Michael's style, in contrast, was unorthodox—aggressive and unpredictable, favoring brute strength over finesse.

Spotting an opening, Michael lowered his stance and aimed for Alexander's side. His blade nearly broke through Alexander's guard, but the knight quickly spun away, evading the strike.

The two warriors stepped back, resetting their positions.

"You have incredible strength and reflexes, my lord. But your technique needs refinement," Alexander commented with a smirk before resuming his offensive.

As Alexander lunged forward again, Michael vanished into the shadows.

The seasoned knight paused, scanning his surroundings with caution. He knew Michael was hiding, but pinpointing his exact location was another matter.

After a brief moment of stillness, Alexander's eyes widened in realization. He spun around just as Michael emerged from his shadow, bow in hand.

Michael fired an arrow, but Alexander's reflexes kicked in. He deflected the shot with his sword, sending sparks flying.

Smiling confidently, Alexander relaxed for a split second—only to feel the cold edge of Michael's blade against his neck.

"You let your guard down. I win," Michael declared, his voice calm and assured.

A bead of sweat trickled down Alexander's brow, but his competitive spirit remained unshaken.

"It's been far too long since I've dueled. If I'd shown my full strength, the outcome might've been different," he said with a sheepish grin.

Michael chuckled. "I haven't fully utilized my armor or bow's abilities either."

Acknowledging his mistake, Alexander lowered his head. "I was too overconfident. Forgive my excuses. Shall we continue your training?"

"Of course. I want to test the limits of my new bow and armor," Michael replied.

"I was a third-class knight during my lifetime. My current strength matches that of a seventh-class knight, calibrated to your level. Would you like to face me at my peak?"

Michael couldn't hide his surprise. As expected of the first commander of the Radiance's Holy Knights.

"A third-class knight... That's a level surpassed by only two people on the entire continent today. I've never even heard of anyone beyond that," Michael remarked.

Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Only two? The world has grown soft, it seems. In my time, there were more than ten third-class knights, and the strongest among us was the Sky Knight."

"The Sky Knight? What's that?"

Alexander sighed, shaking his head. "How much has been forgotten over the ages? Once a knight surpasses first-class, they reach a new realm. Beyond first-class is the rank of Earth Knight, capable of splitting mountains and carving through the earth. Beyond the Earth Knight is the Sky Knight, one who can fly with their own power. Have you never heard of them?"