Chapter 208

Chapter 208 – The Sword of the Garden

Though Lolan Hill was unsure how long she had existed in this body, her appearance remained that of a 16-year-old girl, slightly younger than Bumansa.

Out of courtesy or curiosity, Bumansa did not rush into action but stood still with an ordinary wooden rod in hand.

Lolan Hill blinked and requested the system to display Bumansa’s strength.

Name: Bumansa Edi

Race: Human (Adaptation Level 99%)

Identity: None

Status: Healthy (No abnormalities)

Sequence: Primal Sequence 4 – The Sword of the Garden (Evaluation: Excellent Pearl Grade)

Talents:

– Spatial Intuition (Perfect): Perfect understanding of spatial changes within a hundred meters. Even blindfolded, she can move freely. For her, sight can sometimes be a hindrance. (This range and intuition will continue to improve with higher sequences.)

– Instantaneous Cut of the Void (Legendary): The ultimate expression of concepts like cutting and breaking. Anything tangible can be severed.

Abilities:

– Floral Perception (Perfect): Ability to sense the growth of flowers and plants, making it easier to care for and trim them. (Originally Good, enhanced by Spatial Intuition talent.)

– Food Preservation (Excellent): Ability to delay food spoilage. Originally would spoil in a day; now lasts about three days. (Originally an ordinary ability, enhanced by Spatial Intuition talent.)

– Crop Acceleration (Good): Can accelerate the growth of certain common crops; ineffective against Extraordinary crops.

Skills:

– Gardener’s Swordsmanship (Legendary): Ordinary swordsmanship used by gardeners from noble households for self-defense. (Originally Ordinary, enhanced by Spatial Intuition and Instantaneous Cut of the Void.)

Lolan Hill’s eyes, like red rubies, shone clearly and purely in the dim underground space. After seeing Bumansa’s profile, she felt her mild OCD acting up again, as if witnessing a talented individual being wasted.

With Bumansa’s legendary talents, having only a few unrelated and useless skills at the Extraordinary rank was truly regrettable. If a master from an Extraordinary faction were to guide her, she might be able to match Lolan Hill.

Although Lolan Hill possessed two Mythical talents, one related to fate which she couldn’t activate at will, and the other more supportive than directly combat-oriented.

It was a pity.

Determined to correct this mistake, Lolan Hill decided to convince this neighbor first.

“Are you aiming for first place, Bumansa?” A light voice echoed in the basement.

“Well, I suppose so. I want to test my limits.”

Bumansa said somewhat shyly. Her father was a gardener for a high noble family, and she often followed him to learn about taking care of plants. Later, she developed a fondness for baking. After learning the Extraordinary sequence, she rarely fought until she unexpectedly won first place in the graduation competition. Only then did she realize she was different from others. After entering Emanas, she wanted to understand what her talent was and how far she could go.

“I see. Recently, I’ve been thinking about forming a club, but I still need members. Would Bumansa join?” Lolan Hill continued, fearing immediate rejection.

“The clubhouse can have a dedicated kitchen, and we can gather easily. It sounds interesting.”

These words resonated deeply with Bumansa, making her very excited.

“Sure, I can join. But don’t expect me to give up easily, little Lolan.”

“I know, Bumansa. There’s one more thing.”

“What?”

“If I win, could you let me tutor you in the Extraordinary sequence?”

“If you really can beat me, I’ll agree.”

Bumansa smiled, feeling Lolan Hill was overconfident, but it didn’t bother her.

“Alright, let’s start.”

Facing a Pearl-grade opponent according to the system evaluation, Lolan Hill did not dare to be careless and quickly moved into action.

A crimson magic sword materialized out of thin air, gripped on both sides, slicing through arcs and constantly clashing with her opponent. Both moved at high speeds, creating flashes and sounds in the dim underground space.

Crash!

The crystal-like blood sword shattered into fragments, dissipating into starlight. However, Lolan Hill was not surprised and threw another broken blood sword, causing it to explode.

Lolan Hill’s Extraordinary class abilities, which included powerful anti-magic and anti-armor effects, were significantly restrained by Bumansa’s talent abilities. Often, before breaking through the opponent’s weapon, they were cut and shattered first.

Using the shockwave from the explosion to block, Lolan Hill formed two blood magic swords in her pale hands and charged again.

Bumansa swung her wooden rod, using it as a sword, continuously clashing with Lolan Hill. Both had terrifying perception abilities, with every technique clearly reflected in their minds. In such a transparent situation, there was no use for tricks; it was a matter of who was faster and stronger.

In terms of speed, Lolan Hill had a significant advantage. Her talent was related to wind, even without the ability to manipulate the atmosphere, she could reduce air resistance significantly. Combined with her light and nimble physique, after familiarizing herself with Bumansa’s abilities, she fought faster and faster, her rapid movements almost indiscernible, leaving only trails of blood swords.

After some time, Bumansa gradually felt exhausted. Her Extraordinary class was quite ordinary and not specialized in combat. Her recovery and endurance were not impressive, showing signs of fatigue during prolonged combat.

So this is your strength, Lolan. Truly frightening.

Bumansa took a deep breath, fully activating her Extraordinary core, colorless magic power spreading throughout her body. She closed her eyes and tightly gripped the wooden rod, already marked with numerous dents and sword marks.

Lolan Hill kicked off the ceiling, diving down rapidly. Two blood magic swords traced long arcs in the air, continuing to slash at Bumansa.

‘Instant Slash!’

Bumansa suddenly opened her eyes, wielding the wooden rod like a knife, striking with incredible speed, leaving no trace.

Afterward, only a short handle remained between her hands.

Clang!

Lolan Hill’s two cross-blocked blood swords shattered, black hair falling in the air. Red blood slowly trickled down her forehead.

“I lost.” Dropping the wooden handle, Bumansa panted heavily, feeling weak.

She looked admiringly at the black-haired, red-eyed girl across from her, though she had wounded her, her limit had been reached.

Thank you, Colie, for not wanting to be confined.