They all call me Great Master-Chapter 477 - 474: A Talent So Exceptional It’s Called... a Monster!

Lady Glast laughed.

This lady had heard the chirping of birds.

Some chirped in the courtyard, some amid the woods, some by the riverbank, and others on... the battlefield!

Yes!

The battlefield!

In that world-altering 'Seven Years' War,' this lady had heard, more than once, the unique chirping native to South County on the battleground.

Those swordsmen of extraordinary talent relied on a simplified 'Swift Bird Sword Technique' and unleashed their ultimate performances time and again in the heat of battle.

Their swords struck like lightning, their blades quivering like birds.

Each time, they brought unprecedented brilliance.

Each time, they earned themselves unparalleled honors.

Even at the cost of their lives!

These South County swordsmen never retreated.

And this lady had heard such jovial chirps more than once, sometimes as an ally, sometimes as a foe, but regardless of which side, she couldn't help but express her admiration.

This lady admired those swordsmen who fought for honor.

Because—

She did too.

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She, too, fought for honor.

At least, in her eyes, she held a certain honor of her own.

So, when Arthur 'exposed' her honor in an instant, the murderous intent that surged from the depths of her heart quickly infused into her 'North Wind Sword Technique.'

Whoosh!

The north wind blew, and snowflakes fluttered.

With the lady as the epicenter, the atmosphere within a dozen meters drastically changed.

Lady Glast's eyes fixed on Arthur, and upon seeing the young 'Spirit Medium' still unmoved, this woman couldn't help but sigh in admiration once again—

"Arthur, truly it is indeed you!

Even now, in such circumstances, you still maintain your composure.

You know some swordsmanship, but only just that. After all, Ferran himself is quite mad; how could he possibly teach you the true essence?

Your initial sword art mastery must have been deduced from marks on a door frame, right?"

As she spoke, the lady glanced towards the door frame of No. 2 Cork Street.

At this moment, the admiration in the lady's eyes grew even richer.

"I must say, Arthur, your talent is really astounding. The mere residual, ordinary marks of a sword allowed you to learn a simplified version of 'Swift Bird Swordsmanship.'

Even if you haven't grasped the essence of the simplified 'Swift Bird Swordsmanship,' it's surprising enough.

This is why I took an interest in you.

Initially, I considered you merely as a person with talent, but little did I know, it would lead me to unearth your true extraordinariness and the Kledos Family!"

Lady Glast said this with a confident expression on her face.

It seemed, everything was under control.

But Arthur remained indifferent.

Arthur knew that the other party was merely trying to pressure him with words.

Still, some information was worth noting.

'That beggar's name is Ferran, huh?'

Upon hearing the beggar's name for the first time, Arthur silently noted it down.

As he watched Arthur's silent demeanor, standing amid the north wind and snow, Lady Glast extended her left hand, palm down, and said softly—

"I'm willing to give you another chance.

Kiss the back of my hand and become my husband.

Become the father of my child."

Upon hearing this, Arthur finally reacted and shook his head, saying.

"Please do not mention the titles of husband, child, or father so casually, especially when such words come from your lips, I always feel it's a desecration."

"Ha!

You have refused my kindness once again.

Then repent in the north wind!

No bird can fly against the north wind!

In the north wind, birds only hush as if stricken and stay silent!

And you?

You will eventually become a plaything for me!"

With a cold laugh, Lady Glast withdrew her left hand while her right hand's Swift Sword stabbed straight forward.

The wind grew fiercer.

The snow grew heavier.

The wind enveloped the snow, swelling as if about to submerge the entirety of Cork Street.

Marinda's lips were tightly pressed, and a fleeting look of worry flashed across her deep blue eyes before returning to calmness.

Only a faint trace of smoke remained.

The smoke was faintly present all over Cork Street.

Inconspicuous, yet genuinely existent.

In the north wind, it was neither dispersed nor overwhelmed.

It merely hid in the shadows, preparing to deliver that fatal blow.

The Female Swordsmanship Chief gripped her sword hilt tightly, her eyes ferociously fixed on Lady Glast—she had already decided that as soon as Arthur was defeated, she would go up and chop down this woman with one sword strike.

But neither Marinda's smoke nor the Female Swordsmanship Chief's Plank Sword had the chance to be used.

Even the roaring wind and snow were suddenly sucked back the next moment.

Because...

Bird!

A gigantic white bird, large enough to envelop the entire street, appeared behind Arthur, flapping its wings in sync with his will.

Whoo!

A fierce wind abruptly arose.

Gale force winds reversed the incoming north wind and snowflakes, rolling them back!

This scene astonished both Marinda and the Female Swordsmanship Chief.

But what truly shocked them was the unique aura they felt from that ethereal figure!

It was the kind of presence only those at the 'Entry' level possessed!

Had Arthur reached the 'Entry' level just by relying on his swordsmanship?

Both were filled with doubts in their minds.

And Lady Glast shouted in disbelief—

"Impossible!

How can this be!

It's not possible to attain the 'Entry' level with just 'swordsmanship'; you only understood a simplified version of the 'Swift Bird Swordsmanship'!"

Arthur, however, looked calmly at the incredulous opponent, pity flickering in his eyes.

"Didn't you always say I have extraordinary talent?

But from the look of things now, you still don't understand my talent well enough.

'Swift Bird Swordsmanship' alone, I learned it after watching it once.

Also—

When the north wind blows, no birds spread their wings, all birds fall silent?

That's just because you've never encountered someone like me."

Caw!

The sword drawn, the giant bird soared with the wind.

Fast!

Fast to the extreme!

It was as quick as teleportation!

The white giant bird, with Arthur in tow, appeared behind Lady Glast.

This lady's face was stiff, staring blankly ahead, her eyes filled with dullness and vacancy, yet her voice remained clear.

"Swift Bird Sword Intent?!

'Entry' level Swift Bird Sword Intent?!

You just watched it once, not only mastering the original 'Swift Bird Swordsmanship' but also elevating it by a level?"

The lady questioned.

She knew the 'Swift Bird Swordsmanship' too well, even if practiced to perfection, it was only at the Great Arcana Level.

It was impossible for the sword intent of the White Bird to display such prowess.

But the White Bird shadow behind Arthur was full of oppressive force.

There was only one answer left: After watching the 'Swift Bird Swordsmanship' once, Arthur had integrated and innovated it.

What an extraordinary talent!

Jealousy surged in Lady Glast's eyes.

She couldn't stand it!

Why did she have to encounter such a monster!

Monster?

In an instant, the lady thought of something, murmuring involuntarily—

"The Eternal Monster, heir to the Rebellious Bloodline, creator of the Twilight of the Gods, revered by the Northern Gods, ruler of the Blade of Chaos, possessor of Leviathan's Axe, Kledos...

Is this what a monster is?"

Facing Lady Glast's inquiry, Arthur turned and walked away.

As they brushed past each other, Arthur whispered—

"You did well, I almost broke a sweat."

Lady Glast was startled, seemingly reminded of something again, fear rose in her eyes, but there was no time left.

The next moment—

Thud!

Lady Glast was split in half, her body falling to the ground.