After speaking, Kayden flung the dagger in his hand with a swift, deadly force. The blade tore through the air, sharp and unstoppable, aimed straight at Gavin’s heart.
If the dagger struck, Gavin would undoubtedly die on the spot.
But just as the blade was about to pierce Gavin’s chest, a metallic clang rang out. The dagger was deflected. Standing in front of Gavin was a long sword, its blade intercepting the flying dagger inches before it hit its target.
Unfazed by the scene, Kayden showed no surprise. He hadn’t intended to kill Gavin just yet. If Gavin were killed so easily, others would undoubtedly rise to defy Sophie again. Kayden’s true purpose was to solidify Sophie’s dominance, instilling fear in everyone.
If he truly wanted Gavin dead, no one could stop him.
The man holding the long sword was none other than Oliver Prescott, who stood beside Gavin. With his sword drawn and an air of confidence, Oliver looked coldly at Kayden and sneered, “Kid, playing sneaky tricks like this in front of me? Aren’t you being a bit childish?”
Without waiting for a reply, Oliver turned to Gavin and said, “Sir, let me handle this insolent troublemaker!”
He spun his sword deftly, sending a flash of white light across Kayden’s eyes.
Gavin, visibly relieved, nodded and said excitedly, “Then I’ll trouble you with this matter!”
Oliver gave a slight nod, then turned his gaze back to Kayden, his voice proud and commanding. “Young man, do you know who I am?”
Kayden barely glanced at him before shaking his head dismissively. “Why would I bother knowing some trash like you?”
To Kayden, Oliver Prescott was nothing but garbage. Not just Oliver, but everyone at the Azure Cloud Resort-they were all beneath him.
The insult made Oliver’s face darken. The muscles in his cheeks twitched as he let out an angry snort. “Trash? You brat! How dare you call me trash! Haven’t you heard of the Western Frontier Blade Master?”
“Western Frontier Blade Master?” Kayden murmured indifferently. “What nonsense is that? The only thing I’ve heard of is some so-called Western Frontier Crazy Sword guy. I chopped off one of his arms. As for this ‘Blade Master,’ I’ve never heard of him.”
Standing nearby, the so-called Western Frontier Crazy Sword flushed with embarrassment at Kayden’s words.
Oliver glanced at his apprentice, Wolf, before turning back to Kayden. His voice turned icy. “Ignorant fool! Western Frontier Crazy Sword is my disciple. Today, I’ll settle both old and new scores together. I won’t kill you outright-I’ll sever your limbs instead. Your life or death will depend on fate!”
With that declaration, Oliver raised his sword and began to unleash a dazzling display of swordsmanship.
Despite his age, Oliver moved with remarkable agility. His strikes were fluid and elegant, his movements light as the wind. In the modern era, such sword techniques were a rare sight-a relic of another time.
Watching this, Kayden slid his hand downward, and a faintly glowing blade materialized in his palm. His hand became a weapon.
When Oliver finished his display, he pointed his sword toward the ground and said coldly, “Young man, don’t say I’m bullying the weak. I’ll let you have three moves.”
Kayden chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’ll let me have three moves? Do you even have what it takes to withstand three of my moves? Forget three-you wouldn’t survive even one. Stop pretending. Stop wasting time. Show me everything you’ve got!”
“Arrogant!” Oliver roared, his composure cracking. “Take this!”
Like a bolt of lightning, Oliver surged forward, his sword aimed directly at Kayden. His speed was blinding; he and his sword seemed as one, vanishing for a split second before reappearing at Kayden’s side.
With a swift slash, Oliver sent a wave of sword energy hurtling toward Kayden.
Kayden casually raised his hand, and the energy dissipated like dust in the wind. His movement was effortless, as if brushing away a speck of dirt.
Seeing this, Oliver’s expression grew grim. With renewed determination, he thrust his blade at Kayden’s heart.
But Kayden sidestepped with ease, dodging the attack.
Stunned, Oliver pressed on, launching a flurry of strikes. Each move was swift and lethal, aimed to kill. Yet Kayden evaded every attack, his movements calm and precise.
The two fighters became a blur in the eyes of the onlookers, locked in a fierce dance of attack and defense. Oliver pressed forward relentlessly, while Kayden parried and dodged with infuriating ease.
The scene thrilled Gavin, who burst into laughter. “Prescott, as expected of the Western Frontier Blade Master! He’s completely overwhelming that brat. In less than five minutes, Prescott will surely defeat him!”
“Exactly!” Ryder clapped enthusiastically. “Prescott is incredible. Once he kills that guy, I’ll ask him to be my master. Father, you must help me convince him. I want to become a great warrior like Prescott!”
Gavin beamed with approval. “You’ve finally grown up. Don’t worry. If that’s what you want, I’ll make sure Prescott takes you as his disciple!”
Ryder’s eyes sparkled as he watched the fight. “Just look at Prescott’s swordsmanship! So graceful! He’s completely dominating that guy, leaving him no chance to fight back. Prescott’s skills are truly unmatched.”
Ryder then sighed dramatically. “Prescott is too kind. If it were me, I’d have killed that guy already. Why waste time? Every second that guy is alive is an insult to the air we breathe.”
Ryder’s hatred for Kayden was palpable.
Gavin chuckled. “You don’t understand. This is what a true top-tier duel looks like. Every move is calculated, every strike measured. Prescott’s fighting with virtue and skill-just as one should in life and in swordsmanship. One day, you’ll understand.”
Gavin’s philosophical musing amused no one but himself.
Wolf, standing nearby, rolled his eyes at the father and son. Their ignorance was almost comedic.
Swallowing his frustration, Wolf said dryly, “Master isn’t holding back. He’s already putting everything he has into trying to kill that guy, striking with full force. But it’s useless-he can’t land a hit. That guy isn’t fighting back; he’s deliberately dodging. To put it bluntly, he’s mocking Master. He doesn’t even see Master as a worthy opponent.”
Wolf’s own words left him in shock. If even Prescott, one of the Western Frontier’s top five warriors, was unworthy, who could possibly stand against Kayden?