My Soul card is a Reaper

He moved back a couple of steps and the girl was seen flying to the side with her sword stretching forward. The clone on the opposite side passed through her and disappeared.

She missed the mark and rolled on the ground for a couple of seconds and pointed the shadow sword at Azzy with an intense glare in her eyes, taking heavy breaths. "How is it?" She asked.

Azzy replied in a disapproving tone, "I guess you haven't been taught properly. You know how to create a clone but don't know how to use it wisely."

"Eh?" The twelve-year-old was taken aback by his comment. She didn't expect to be scolded as she thought he would praise her skill. "What did I do wrong?" She couldn't help but ask.

Azzy answered, "Clones don't have shadows. What's the use of expending so much energy, trying to trick your opponent?"

"Huh?" At once, she realized why she was lectured. Just as she was about to offer her apology, something clicked in her head and she argued, "But, you are the one who advised me to combine both techniques."

"I didn't know that you haven't learned the physical cloning technique," replied Azzy with a shrug of his shoulders. "I heard from Elder Avia that it was one of the primary techniques taught by your clan."

"Well…" The green-eyed girl looked down at the ground in disappointment, "that technique is only reserved for main branch members or the ones who were taught by Elders or Elite assassins. I grew up in an orphanage."

Azzy's expression softened as he looked at her. He had his grandfather to pamper him since he was a baby, but still knew what it was like growing up without parents.

Feeling pity for her situation, He changed his tone a little and praised, "Well, in that case, I guess you trained well. Now that your Arcana spirits have evolved to gold grade, I don't think your clan elders will ignore your potential."

The girl broke out into a smile for a second before controlling her emotions and going back to her emotionless state as she asked, "What if I want to train under you, instead? Will you take me as your disciple and teach me?" The clan leaders and elders, who heard her words clearly from the stands, fell silent in surprise.

"Me?" Azzy couldn't help but point at his face, "I was only 18 years old, girl. I don't have that experience that your clan elders do."

"I heard that you worked as a teacher at an academy, teaching 15-year-olds. I think that would be enough for you to teach me," replied the girl before brandishing her swords once again and challenging him, "I ask you once again, Elder Garcia. Will you accept me as your disciple if I could strike you atleast three times?"

Azzy stared at her in silence for a few seconds.

No one knows who started it but in just a matter of half a minute, hundreds of spectators started chanting, "Emma" "Emma" "Emma" "Emma"

Emma Night was momentarily surprised by the support she was getting from the crowd and Azzy responded by putting one of his hands behind him, followed by raising his index finger of the other hand. He looked straight into the eyes of his opponent and said, "One strike. I won't move from his spot and will only use this finger for defense.

Any type of attack successfully landing on my body will be considered your win. But, I have to remind you that you only have a little over two minutes if you want to succeed. Once the time limit is up, I will attack."

"Understood," Emma Night firmly nodded, reacting to his conditions within a second. She didn't even try to ponder on it and charged forward, not intending to waste any more time.

Since Azzy is no longer evading the attacks, Emma confidently points one of the swords forward and charges at him like a bull.

The blade of her shadow sword was stopped by the same index finger he earlier lifted.

Pressing the blade onto his index finger, she thrust the other sword at his chest. Azzy's finger moved away from the blade and blocked the other one; while the first sword, which was freed, was about to touch his body, his finger pushed away the second sword and blocked the first sword before pushing it away too.

For the eyes of spectators, he casually pushed them away but Emma felt the force behind the push of his one finger on her and she was forced to move a few steps back. Her face stiffened as she observed the young man, "Is this the difference in strength between us? Nah, I cannot admit defeat just by this… think, Emma, think…"

Suddenly, something popped up in her head and her eyes lit up for a moment. She brought her swords together and jumped high into the air, "Soul skill: The Slash of the Serpent." The two shadow swords merged to become a large broadsword, which she swung down with all her strength.

The experts expected something like a slash, but instead, its large blade just stretched down five meters toward Azzy.

Once again, the blade was stopped by his index finger, and Azzy couldn't help but raise his head to look at her and comment as she was using her entire body weight against the handle, "Using force against someone who is several ranks above you is an impossible task." Her face reddened due to the blood rush of hanging upside down.

However, Azzy spotted a rare smirk on her face as she replied, "I'm not done."

The long blade of the broadsword suddenly wobbled and split into two, each part going around Azzy with the intention of capturing him. In the meantime, Emma was falling down toward Azzy with the rest of her soul energy gathered in her palm.

Azzy immediately sensed that she was going with an energy eruption technique, not some kind of palm blast.

With no time to dwell on the other possibilities, Azzy pushed his left hand onto the ground and slightly raised his right foot before spinning around himself at his maximum speed.

At once, a mini tornado formed with Azzy as the eye, pushing away everything in the vicinity.

The experts got up on their feet in shock. Looking at the scene, Vesyrn asked the old man sitting beside him, "Elder Blood, were you able to see that?"

The leader of the Blood clan, with his eyes widened to the max as if they were going to fall out, gulped his saliva as he replied, "More than te… ten… ten thousand rotations in two seconds? Only… only a supreme being who reached the pinnacle of his physique has such strength."

"What?" The other clan leaders, representatives, and others who heard his words, abruptly turned their heads to stare at their young master in shock. "A supreme being?"

Meanwhile, Emma, who was about to strike him with everything she had, was blasted away dozens of meters away while spitting a mouthful of blood. Before that, her Arcana spirit was destroyed into a million pieces and disappeared while she was flying away.

*Thud*

She crashed onto the ground and lay there without any motion. Upon waiting for a couple of seconds, Azzy rushed to her and looked at her in pity, "You are talented but some things aren't fated to be." He, who was busy with his work all the time, didn't have even time to spend with his family. How could he even teach someone?

Azzy was merely happy that his rotational wind vortex technique didn't kill her and picked her up, casting a sidelong glance at the servants who stood there in a daze, "What are you looking at? Come and transfer her to… Hmm?"

All of a sudden, he sensed something was touching the upper part of his abdomen two times and he looked down. There was a fist on his chest and Emma spoke in almost like a whisper after letting out a smile, although continuing to close her eyes, "The time limit isn't over yet. I won."

"This little lad made quite a fool out of you, pfft… I could see you would make a fine master-disciple pair in the future, hahaha… sorry, the future is so funny… hahaha," The Reaper's laughter was echoing all over his head, making Azzy let out a sigh and shake his head.