Every martial monarch appeared on the training ground after hearing this unique sound.
"What is this? What kind of heavenly sword technique is this?"
They couldn't move their eyes from him.
A unique scene appeared there.
10 martial monarchs were surrounding a training field and a young man was dancing at the middle of that field.
The dance was so elegant that even the martial monarchs couldn't help but want to see more.
They even felt that their sword technique was also improving just by watching this young man move like that.
After 3 hours of practicing, Alex finally felt that his movements were now aligned with his instinct.
He could now move his body like he wanted.
Till now he was in a trance.
He forgot about the flow of time, he forgot about everything, even his supreme bloodline, cultivation talent, constitution, nothing was in his mind that time.
The moment he took his sword and decided to use it, he forgot about the world.
Only after he felt that it became perfected did he come out from his trance.
He slowly opened his eyes.
As soon as he opened them, his eyes widened like a football.
Because he could see that 100 men were surrounding him and everyone was now closing their eyes, like they were comprehending something.
Alex was just about to run away from there because his instinct was telling him that they were all existences stronger than his mother.
"Don't be scared young man. They mean no harm. They are your body guards and I am their commander in charge", an old man said with a smile.
"Sir William? Are you saying you are also my bodyguard?", Alex asked with surprise in his tone.
"Oh? You know me?", the old man asked with a smile again.
"Please don't question my intelligence sir. Who doesn't know the legendary sword saint William Silford?", Alex replied with a humbled tone.
"I am very flattered then. The future ruler of earth knows my name. What more can I ask for?", he teased Alex a bit.
"Please sir don't joke. By the way, why are there so many people here? One saint can protect me, right?"
"You are very perceptive indeed. It is true that I can protect you alone, but they are here to prevent someone from approaching you, so that I won't have to really draw a sword", William replied with a serious tone.
"I understand sir", Alex nodded at him.
Then William looked at his wrist band.
"Did you order something from the alliance market?"
"Yes, I did.They have already arrived? Quite fast I must say", Alex was impressed.
"Wait here. The parcel is arriving."
Soon another martial monarch appeared there with the parcel.
They had already checked it to see if it was safe or not.
"Thank you sir for bringing this personally", Alex thanked the man.
Though he was now behaving like a guard, that man was a martial monarch after all.
"No need to mention it", the man said with a smile.
Alex left the training ground with his parcel.
"What do you think about this boy?", William asked the monarch.
"He is indeed different. Even after getting this VVIP level treatment, he still can keep his arrogance in check. I couldn't have done this at his age", the martial monarch said with a smile.
"Indeed. I hope he can be a powerful pillar for humanity. We really need a pillar", William felt abstracted for some reason.
He was thinking about those monstrosities roaming outside the light domain.
He couldn't help but let a sigh come out from him.
...
Alex returned to his room with the parcel held carefully in both hands.
After closing the door, he sat on the edge of the bed and placed the box on his lap. The metal container was cold to the touch, forged from a black alloy that faintly absorbed the room's light. He slowly opened it.
Inside lay three flying knives.
They were sleek and narrow, their surfaces dark yet faintly reflective, as if light bent slightly around them. Thin spirit-conducting patterns were etched along their edges, subtle but refined.
These were not ordinary weapons. Even without activating his abilities, Alex could feel a faint resonance responding to his presence.
He had purchased them using the money his mother gave him.
Alex had no intention of wasting his Spirit Master talent on crude experimentation. Until the alliance finalized his contract, he would receive no resources from them. Every decision he made now had to count.
His first wish had always been simple.
To fly.
And to kill enemies from afar without them ever realizing where death came from.
Flying swords were the perfect answer.
Before testing the knives, Alex decided to understand his limits. He cleared the room and carefully placed one hundred random objects across the floor. Books, metal tools, stones, pieces of furniture, anything he could find.
Then he closed his eyes.
Mental energy surged outward from his mind, spreading like invisible water. It filled the room precisely, stopping just short of the walls. Every object within that space became vividly clear in his perception. Weight, texture, position. It was as natural as sight.
He tried lifting all one hundred objects at once.
Nothing moved.
Not even a tremor.
Frowning slightly, Alex reduced the number.
Ninety-nine.
Still nothing.
Ninety-eight.
Again, complete failure.
He continued, lowering the count one by one. His focus sharpened, sweat forming along his brow as his mental power strained against an unseen barrier. Finally, at ten objects, the mental energy responded.
The ten items slowly rose from the ground, hovering shakily in the air.
Alex exhaled.
That was the limit.
It was strange. He could lift a single object weighing several thousand kilograms without difficulty, yet once he exceeded ten separate targets, even lifting a single kilogram became impossible.
It felt less like exhaustion and more like a fundamental restriction, something woven into the structure of his power.
"So it's a control limit, not a strength limit," he muttered.
Increasing raw mental force would not solve this. He needed something more.
"I'll ask the vice president later," Alex decided.
Next, he turned to research.
He activated his terminal and logged into the alliance website again. Once inside, he went straight to the technique section, searching for Spirit Master combat arts and flying weapon manuals.
The results were disappointing.
There were no true techniques.
Spirit Masters, according to the database, did not rely on standardized combat skills. Instead, they were expected to cultivate meditation techniques, endlessly refining mental strength, clarity, and precision. Control was everything. Creativity defined combat effectiveness.
That was all.
Alex leaned back against the bed, silent for a moment.
"So I have to walk my own path," he said quietly.
It was frustrating, but also exciting.
For now, these three flying knives would be enough.
He practiced summoning them briefly, letting them hover near his hands. They responded smoothly, obediently tracing arcs through the air.
Tomorrow would be the recruitment test.
From his mother, Alex had learned that the Aurora Martial Institution had moved the test to mid-year because of him and several other supreme prodigies who had awakened recently. The sudden surge of talent had forced their hand.
The test would begin with a strength and speed evaluation, followed by one-on-one combat.
With so many newly awakened martial artists applying, they needed ruthless filtering.
The minimum requirement was brutal.
Two thousand kilograms of physical strength.
Twenty meters per second movement speed.
And even after that, only 500 would be selecred among thousands of applicants.
Alex's eyes gleamed faintly as he recalled the numbers.
He lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"I'm looking forward to it," he said softly.