I can evolve everything

Chapter 131 The Contest Between Father and Son

Linus said, and walked out of the study first.

The atmosphere at the dinner was unexpectedly warm.

Reiner did not discuss any topics related to official business or training at the dinner table.

He simply ate the food on his plate in silence. At the table, each person had a plate of food in front of them.

Lina chattered on about the interesting things that had happened in town in the past six months, such as how the baker on East Street had married a fat wife who was a head taller than him.

These trivial matters became vivid and interesting under her description.

Ryan listened quietly, occasionally interjecting with a word or two.

The family of three enjoyed this rare moment of reunion by candlelight.

After dinner, Renn accompanied Lina for a walk in the courtyard.

"Brother, what is the royal capital like?" Lina looked up at the sparse stars in the night sky and asked curiously.

“I’ve never been there,” Raine said. “But I heard from a knight named Valen in the Northern Fortress that the nobles there speak in riddles and the air is thick with the smell of perfume and intrigue.”

"That doesn't sound like a good place." Lina wrinkled her nose. "Then you must be careful when you go. Father said that the war in the capital is even bloodier than the battlefields in the North."

"I will."

"Will you come back?" Lina stopped and looked at him, a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

"Of course." Renn reached out and gently ruffled her hair. "I'll write to you once I've settled in. Maybe by the time you take the exam next year, I'll be a big shot."

"Tch, I don't believe it!" Lina said, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Under the moonlight, the girl's face was so delicate and pretty.

The next morning, when Ryan stepped out of his room, he saw his father, Linus, already dressed and standing in the center of the courtyard.

He was unusually dressed in a full suit of armor. In his hands, he carried two unsharpened practice steel swords.

Seeing Renn come out, he threw one of the swords at him.

"Clang!"

Raine caught the sword steadily.

The sword is extremely heavy, weighing at least twenty pounds, far exceeding the weight of a wooden sword.

But for Renn, even the rather heavy practice greatsword was a bit too light.

"Father?" Renn looked at him with some confusion.

Linus didn't speak, but simply stretched his wrists and shoulders, silently staring at Renn, and slowly assumed a standard swordsmanship starting stance.

His voice echoed slowly in the courtyard: "You are about to become a full-fledged knight. In the Wilder family, there is an unwritten rule."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "Before a child leaves home and embarks on his own path, it is a father's responsibility to personally test his skills."

"I beat up your older brother like this before he went to the capital, now it's your turn."

The air in the courtyard became much more serious after Linus finished speaking.

The morning mist had not completely dissipated, and the wind still carried a slight chill that seeped into the body.

Lina, who should have been training in the courtyard, was now standing under the eaves of the corridor with old Fitz. Both of them looked at the father and son in the field with tense expressions and silently held their breath.

Renn weighed the practice sword his father had tossed him in one hand, feeling the cold touch of the hilt. At that moment, he could sense that his father, who was in the courtyard, had completely changed his aura.

It was as if the person standing before him was no longer the sheriff sitting behind his desk, busy with the trivial matters of the town, but a true warrior, a true knight.

This is a knight who once served under Lord Karen, surviving amidst waves of monsters and orcs, and mastering the "Black Rock Breathing Technique".

The overwhelming aura emanating from them, and those eyes that held only pure fighting spirit, put some pressure on Renn.

So far, the only knight he can be considered to have fought is Valen.

"call----"

Raine silently began to circulate the "Black Rock Breathing Technique," slowly exhaling a breath of white air.

Without the slightest hesitation, he walked into the courtyard and assumed a defensive stance. It was the same "Iron Wall Stance" he had adopted a year ago when he knew nothing and faced his father.

Linus's eyes flickered slightly when he saw this gesture.

He recognized the stance; before the knight's trial, his second son had used the same move against him.

But at this moment, the feeling he got from this situation was completely different from before.

If the Iron Wall formation of Rennes was a sturdy wooden shield back then, it is now an impregnable fortress.

No further words were spoken.

Linus launched the first attack.

He silently activated the "Black Rock Breathing Technique," white energy swirling around his body. Then, with steady and powerful steps, he stepped forward, raising his sword overhead and delivering a standard high slash, aiming straight at Rein!

In an instant, the wind howled in the courtyard!

The practice sword seemed weightless in his hands, slicing through the air and heading straight for Renn.

Down the corridor, Lina's heart leaped into her throat. She could tell that her father was now showing no mercy.

Facing this sword strike as powerful as a landslide, his face showed no fear. Just as the blade was about to reach his body, he silently increased the circulation of the "Black Rock Breathing Technique."

His life energy was instantly mobilized and flowed rapidly through his arms. Although he only turned slightly to the side, he simultaneously swung his practice sword upwards at an angle.

"clang!"

The sound of swords clashing and colliding echoed throughout the courtyard.

Sparks flew everywhere!

The two steel swords clashed directly, creating a shockwave that spread outwards from the two of them, causing the fallen leaves on the ground to tumble.

Lena and Fitz felt a stinging pain in their eardrums, as if the ground beneath their feet had shaken.

Linus and Ryan were both thrown back half a step by the force of the impact.

His foot carved a mark on the stone slab.

"What great strength," Renn thought to himself.

He could sense that the power contained in his father's sword strike was extremely refined, far surpassing that of those demons that only knew how to rely on brute force.

This is the product of countless refinements, perfectly combining breathing techniques with physical strength.

Suddenly, Renn realized that his father was not just having a simple contest; he was using a battle to impart his understanding of the Black Rock Breathing Technique to Renn.

At this moment, Linus was even more shocked than Renn!

He used all his strength in this sword strike. He originally thought it would be enough to knock the weapon out of the hand of an ordinary apprentice knight who was about to become a full knight, and even if Rein was somewhat powerful, he would at least be able to make him take a few steps back.

But as it turned out, not only did Renn catch it steadily, but even his retreating posture was unusually steady, without the slightest panic.

On the contrary, I, as the one who was on the offensive, was forced back a few steps due to the reaction force.