Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 347  Progression

[One month later.] CLANG!!!! The sharp clash of metal against metal echoed through the training hall.

Rolling midair, I landed smoothly, eyes locked on Wilhlem.

He stood firm, blade in hand, while Aimar and Elijah watched from the sidelines, observing in silence.

"You rely too much on instinct," Wilhlem

 remarked, his gaze steady. "It's impressive, but still a mess."

"I can't control it." I replied, stretching my body. "I just do it."

Because mana itself tells me what to do.

He gave a soft nod.

Then—he vanished.

I flexed my fingers. Mana swirled into my palm, condensing into a jagged broadsword.

Wilhlem reappeared.

His blade sliced upward, a crescent arc of Ruah trailing behind it.

I parried, but the impact sent a sharp numbness through my arm.

"Faster."

He disappeared again.

I pivoted, morphing my broadsword into a chain-whip mid-swing.

The barbed links lashed at empty air.

But—

CLANG!!! Wilhelm's sword deflected the strike effortlessly.

Letting the chain disappear.

I conjured twin daggers, their edges flickering with unstable mana.

Wilhlem lunged, Ruah trailing like comet tails.

I ducked. He slashed. I rolled.

My blade grazed his ribs, just above his waist.

He didn't flinch.

His elbow struck my jaw.

Pain flared, vision blurred—I barely dodged his follow-up punch.

My palm hit the ground as I sent a pulse of mana—.

Boom! The pulse of mana exploded outward.

The ground erupted, forcing both of us back.

Mid-flight I willed mana in my hand, condensed into a bow.

Pulling the string I fired.

Mana arrows streaked—Wilhlem deflected each with Ruah-infused blade.

He vanished again.

I reacted instantly—hands twisting as I conjured twin long daggers, aligning them along my forearms.

His sword arced toward my face.

I caught the flat of his blade with mine, twisting it aside before slashing forward.

He leaned back, wrapping Ruah around his fist.

But—

Before he could strike—

I whispered.

"Disrupt."