BXBX NOVEL Chapter 747 Sora
The news of Fein's victory over Takeshi had caused a ripple throughout the Central Plains. The swordsmen community was buzzing with excitement and anticipation, discussing and debating about the up-and-coming swordsman.
In one corner of the city, a group of swordsmen had gathered for a heated debate about the greatest swordsman in the Central Plains. They were discussing the merits of each swordsman, analyzing their strengths and weaknesses, and predicting who would come out on top in a hypothetical match.
One of the swordsmen, a grizzled veteran with a sharp tongue and a keen eye, spoke up. "Fein, you say? A mere upstart, who defeated Takeshi by sheer luck. He's not even worthy of being mentioned alongside the true greats of the Central Plains."
The others murmured in agreement, shaking their heads in disbelief. "I heard he couldn't even beat the top ten," said another, with a sneer.
"Exactly my point," the veteran continued. "If he can't even beat the best of the best, what chance does he have against the true GOATS?"
"Don't be like that. He haven't challenge the true GOATS but I'm sure it's only a matter of time!" A younger swordsman, with a fiery passion in his eyes, spoke up. "But we shouldn't dismiss him so easily. He defeated Takeshi, after all. And who's to say he won't defeat the others in the top ten?"
The veteran scoffed. "Hmph. Takeshi was past his prime, and not even on par with the greatest. Fein got lucky, that's all."
The group continued to argue and debate, each voicing their opinions and beliefs. Some were skeptical of Fein's abilities, while others saw him as a rising star, with the potential to become one of the greatest swordsman in the Central Plains.
As they talked, Fein himself walked past them, unnoticed. He listened to their words, his expression calm and collected. He knew that the road ahead would be tough, that he would face challenges and opponents unlike any he had faced before.
But he was determined to prove himself, to become the strongest swordsman in the Central Plains. And if that meant taking on the greatest of the greats, then so be it. He had already overcome one legend, and he was ready for whatever lay ahead.
The debate continued on, but Fein had already made up his mind. He would rise to the challenge, no matter how great the odds. For he was the one who held the a level 51 swordsmanship, and nothing would stand in his way. He didn't even gave his best with his match with Takeshi. The debate about who was the GOAT swordsman certainly amused him.
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The news of Fein's next target spread like wildfire throughout the Central Plains. People couldn't stop talking about it, wondering what would happen when the strongest swordsmen clashed. Many were skeptical of Fein's chances, despite his recent victory over Takeshi.
In the bustling marketplace of the city, a group of swordsmen were gathered, discussing the upcoming battle between Fein and Sora. "I just can't see Fein beating Sora," said one swordsman with a serious expression on his face. "She's one of the top 100 swordsmen in the land, and she's achieved so much more than Takeshi ever did. Fein may be strong, but he's still an unknown quantity."
Another swordsman chimed in, "But we can't underestimate Fein. He defeated Takeshi, after all. Maybe he has some tricks up his sleeve that we don't know about."
As they were talking, a group of women nearby were whispering to each other excitedly. "I heard that Sora has been training in secret, preparing for this battle," said one of them, her eyes wide with anticipation. "I can't wait to see what she can do."
emember when Sora was just a kid," said one elderly swordsman, his eyes misty with nostalgia. "She was barely thirteen years old, but she could already hold her own against some of the best swordsmen in the region. It was clear even then that she was destined for greatness."
Others chimed in with their own stories of Sora's early years, each more impressive than the last. They talked about the time she defeated an entire band of bandits single-handedly, or the time she saved a village from a rampaging dragon with nothing but her sword and her wits.
"But her greatest achievement," said a young swordsman with a look of awe in his eyes, "was when she defeated those two S-rank degu users last year. No one thought she had a chance, but she took them both down with a single stroke of her sword. It was incredible."
The group nodded in agreement, each lost in their own thoughts about Sora's incredible journey. They knew that she was a force to be reckoned with, and that Fein would have his work cut out for him if he hoped to defeat her.
"I don't know who will come out on top in this fight," said an older swordsman, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But I do know one thing: whoever wins will have earned their place among the greatest swordsmen in the Central Plains. And Sora, win or lose, has already earned her place there."
The group fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts about the upcoming showdown between Fein and Sora. They knew that this would be a fight for the ages, one that would be talked about for years to come. And they all knew that, win or lose, Sora had already cemented her place among the legends of the sword.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the distance. People were shouting and running towards the outskirts of the city. The group of swordsmen and women quickly made their way over to see what was happening.
There, they saw Fein standing in the center of a large clearing, his sword drawn and at the ready. On the other side of the clearing stood Sora, her sword also drawn and a look of determination on her face.
eαglesnovel`c,om The two swordsmen stood facing each other, staring each other down. The tension was palpable, and the crowd could feel the electricity in the air.
Finally, Fein broke the silence. "I've heard a lot about you, Sora," he said, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do."
Sora responded with a nod, her eyes locked onto Fein's. "Likewise," she said, her voice steady and confident.
And with that, the two swordsmen began to circle each other, their swords glinting in the sunlight. The crowd watched in awe as the battle began, unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle in front of them.