Stationed above and looking down, Alexander saw two people facing off.
One was a boy about 18 years old most likely about his age, and his opponent was someone older, but their cultivation levels were not really that different.
The older man was already at the 8th stage of the Mana Condensation Stage, while the young man was only at the 7th stage.
Then he saw that the two began to fight and the older man raised his sword and iniated a slashed, cutting through the air as it cleaved toward the young man.
The young man eyes were filled with seriousness and then the sword in his hand glint then with a swing, he deflected the attack and delivered a counter.
But it was blocked by the man effortlessly, since the difference in their cultivation levels was significant.
The young man then pulled back his sword and delivered a thrust toward the man's chest, but the older man blocked it with ease.
"Ohhh," the old man let out a sound, clearly appreciating his swordsmanship.
Then the two exchanged blows as the young man took the initiative to rush forward. Alexander observed this from above, watching as how cultivators fight.
He was already sitting on the cemented railing of the balcony, watching the scene with a bored look since it looked so boring, but inwardly he still found it pleasing.
Since this is the first he saw someone exchanging swords, while he in particular did the same, hut all of the enemies he had fought are mere rabbits.
So in the end, maybe it doesn't count.
Then as the battle went on, the man shook his head and said.
"That is already good enough, I can see that your swordsmanship has improved a lot, and your speed is now twice as fast as before. Clearly, you must have reached the middle stage of the movement skill, Flashstrike Dive."
The voice of the man who we call Mack was filled with praise. The others, upon hearing that he had reached the middle stage of Flashstrike Dive, a movement skill created by the duke, who is Alexander's father, were shocked.
"What did Old Man Mack just say? He already comprehended the sword skill to the middle stage?"
"Really? Are you serious?" another awakened soldier growled.
"Damn, did I just waste 10 years of my life comprehending this movement skill just to be surpassed by a young man that had only trained for 3 months? What a waste of my life," he said feeling ashamed of his self.
"The new generation is really surpassing us old guys," another one added, even though he was only in his forties and not really old yet.
Just like Mack, who was also only in his forties, after meeting this young man who had arrived only three months ago, Mack could tell that his talent was truly outstanding.
And his guess was right after all.
On the far side, we could see a man sitting on a barrel, looking dignified as he watched the battle, his bright eyes focused as he nodded his head.
He was wearing black leather clothes, and his face was sharp and cold. But beneath that cold look, a hint of approval was glinting in his eyes.
But in the next moment, their worldview was turned upside down when all of a sudden, the young man, named Leo Vance stopped, thus making the man furrow his brows.
"Uncle please be careful, this time I'm going all out now," Leo said with a detached look.
The moment he said that the look of seriousness in Mack's eyes deepened, but as he looked at Leo, he was horrified.
He was standing about five meters away from the man when all of a sudden, that distance was covered in the blink of an eye.
Even Alexander was surprised by this, since it's not like dashing forward, if you look clearly, it's more like a teleportation.
Mack froze for a moment which was bad for him, but with his experience, he quickly reacted.
However, he was still a bit too late since Leo delivered a sword strike in a swift swipe, and as Mack blocked it, he grunted since the force behind it had grown stronger than before.
"This is the end Uncle," he muttered.
As he said these words, he ducked down and delivered a sweeping motion using his legs making Mack lose his balance.
As Mack fell to the ground, Leo directed the tip of his sword at his neck and then he smiled.
"Thanks for going easy on me uncle," he said.
Hearing these words Mack felt his face turn pale, but in the end he smiled. With a deep sigh, he looked at him with admiration.
"Heh, you kid are really acting so humble in front of this old man. I lost and you won, there is no such thing as going easy here," he said in a firm tone.
But among the audience, the rest of the awakeners were stunned and surprised.
"Did you all see that? It is actually at the peak stage, a movement skill at the peak stage," one of them said in shock.
"Stop shouting, we are not blind or deaf. Jeez, I wish I had that kind of talent," another one said with a sour tone.
"Damn, even if I add another ten years to improve my understanding of this skill, I feel like I would never even catch a glimpse of the peak level," another one added.
The man sitting calmly watching the scene unfold, had a smile that began to grow on his face. This time, it was more visible than before.
"Such a surprise to find another genius in our household. I should train him to become a representative in the upcoming trial one month from now," he thought inwardly.
What Leo Vance had accomplished was the best among all the candidates he had seen in his entire life.
Other than his brother-in-law Ragnar Versalious, who had created this skill.
Even himself, to reach the peak level of this movement skill it took him about five months.
And for it to reach perfection, it took him another 1 year, thus highlighting his talent even more.
At the early stage, it can increase the user's speed by half. At the middle stage, it can increase the speed by two times compared to the first stage.
At the peak stage, it can increase the speed by a staggering four times when used.
The shocking part is that it can allow instant movement of up to five meters by gathering speed in the muscles and releasing it in a sudden burst of energy.
But at the perfection stage, it can the increased speed by 5 times the transmission ability can also cover 15 meters in a blink.
This movement skill could be considered precious among lower-class people since it is a silver-grade skill.
However, since the Ragnar household is not a low-class family, they use this technique freely to train their soldiers.
But of course, to make sure the Ragnar skill is not stolen or widespread, those who want to learn it must sign a seal with their spirit as payment.
This seal ensures that they will never spread or teach the skill, or they will die.
This is the power of the Seal of the Golden Rule. It has existed since ancient times, and if two parties agree to it and one breaks the contract, the punishment will fall upon that person.
"That is a great performance kid," the man said as he stood up and slowly walked towards the two.