Reborn In A Cultivation World With All Cheat Abilities

Chapter 112: Yannick vs Vale 1

The first battle came, Yannick Wutherhorn versus Vale Drake, this tournament had stretched for about six hours already, and it was nearing its end,

The two men were called out.

Vale came out in his usual fashion, smiling a wide smile and waving to the crowd. There was nothing new about his entrance, only that the crowd, at least the part that liked him, cheered as loudly as they could.

He’s stood tall, at approximately six foot tall with his almost golden armor and his large sword buried in a crack in the ground. He was cocky, that much was sure.

Yannic was next to be called out, as he would be the opponent. The man walked out with practiced rhythm and grace, he didn’t smile nor frown, he kept the same indifferent demeanor he almost always had. He took competition seriously, and felt like whoever didn’t was a loser.

Yannick wore his usual regal attire with very little armor on, he always carried two small daggers with him. His hair was brown and short, it fluttered in the wind as he inches closer to the middle of the arena battleground where Vale stood.

Yannick was tall, taller than Vale, he stood at six foot two, and looked the other man in the eyes with a serious expression on his face.

"Why so serious, Yannick?" Vale asked with a wide grin, it was like him to taunt people like that, a reason most of the knights didn’t like him very much.

But he didn’t care, as far as he was concerned, there was nothing wrong with his personality.

He stared straight at Yannick as the man mirrored his gaze with no response.

"That’s no fun, at least give me a response, don’t be a spoilsport." Vale said again as Yannick just pointed a finger at him.

Yannick and Vale were friends as children, but as they grew older, they grew apart. They were around the same age and always trained together, under the supervision of Heimdall.

But Vale wanted to be a knight, and Yannick wanted to be the Primarch, their dreams did not align. Vale dreaded the fact that he would one day have to answer to Yannick, which was one of the reasons he trained so hard.

"Unfortunately old friend, I will be the only one stepping out of this ring." Yannick told him with a calm voice, devoid of enmity.

"Ohhh I’m so scared, you can try Yannick, but you won’t succeed." Vale responded with an annoyed look on his face, he did not hate Yannick, he hated Yannick’s privilege.

He could not wait to overpower the man and make him submit to him completely.

Vale gripped his sword by the handle and raised it up, the blade hummed faintly in his tight grasp as he pointed it towards Yannick.

"Let’s dance!" Vale grinned and lunged towards Yannick.

"FIGHT!" The announcer yelled through the speakers even though the battle had already commenced before that.

The clock counted down slowly.

24:46...

As soon as Vale had closed down the gap between them, he swung his large sword behind his head and brought it down with tremendous force.

Yannick watched as the double edged sword came down at him fast, he raised both daggers and blocked instantly, causing a loud metal clang to ring across the battleground.

Vale scoffed seeing that his attack was parried effortlessly, but before he could react, Yannick lifted off the ground and struck instantly against Vale’s chest with both feet, sending him darting across the floor with loud thuds.

Yannick’s power was extraordinary as no other member of the Wutherhorn clan had possessed it, he was born with something called <True Wind Manipulation>. Which made him have total control over air and its properties, all the way down to the particles.

Vale coughed relentlessly as he struggled to his feet, clutching at his chest while he supported himself with the helm of his sword.

He was no stranger to Yannick’s abilities, but that attack he had just taken was completely unprecedented.

Yannick always defeated him in their sparring sessions, infact, he had won only once, and even then it felt like luck.

How do you beat someone with <True Wind Manipulation>? His mind raced a thousand miles per minute as his sweat dripped under the floor.

All his bravado was suddenly nowhere to be found. Yannick looked at him with calm, unwavering eyes. He instantly kicked up from the floor and darted towards Vale like a bullet, having control over the wind also meant he could fly. Yannick spun around in the air and flew towards Vale like an active torpedo, cutting slices in the air with his outstretched daggers.

Vale widened his eyes in surprise and immediately put his sword in the path between them, only half managing to parry the attack. But the force Yannick came with was too much.

The man was sent hurling another few meters until he halted forcefully against the wall.

THUD!

That was the sound of his armor clattering against the wall as he gasped loudly, the crowd gasped along with him. This was not their first time seeing Yannick fight.

But this was such a dominant display from him, it made them wonder if he had been holding back the entire time.

Yannick spun his daggers in his hands and held them like murder weapons.

When they came out, Vale looked, walked, and talked like a villain. The opposite was the case by now.

Vale managed to wipe the blood of his lips as he moved away from the broken wall.

"You’ve gotten stronger." Vale expressed, faking a smile, he would not let Yannick see that he was moved or touched by his attacks.

"I was always stronger." Yannick said, his tone of voice bore no hatred towards Vale. Infact, he pitied him, he pitied anyone who would step in a ring with him.

Yannick wasn’t a battle freak, but he was a serious person, he would never hold back against opponents, even if it was his brother.

"You’re still as proud as ever." Vale said, gripping his sword handle again. "I guess I’ll have to go all out."

"I’m not proud, I only speak the truth. Defeat me, and I will once again speak only the truth."