At this moment, Noah was practicing a set of basic sword techniques by himself. Although his movements could hardly be described as magnificent, every swing was extremely serious. Whether it was the angle of his strikes or the movement of his feet, he maintained a remarkably steady rhythm.
Victor stood nearby and watched for a while before suddenly speaking.
"Move your right foot another half step forward."
Hearing this voice, Noah stopped moving. When he turned and saw Victor, he hurriedly withdrew his sword and bowed.
"Young Master!"
"No need to stop."
Victor walked to the edge of the training ground and gestured with his hand.
"Keep practicing."
Noah hesitated briefly before resuming his stance and swinging his longsword according to his previous rhythm.
Whoosh!
The blade sliced through the air, producing a low whistling sound.
Victor observed him for a moment before pointing toward his right shoulder.
