"Let the battle begin!"

After the judge said that sentence, Aatrox found an opening in Dylan's posture.

Having a large constitution, Dylan was probably either a Nodachi user (swords large enough to be held with two hands) or a shield user. From the scars on his body, Aatrox figured he'd wear a shield.

When he did not accept Aatrox's suggestion to pick up a gun, Aatrox thought he would have to give him another warning, as this was just a friendly battle.

After finding the opening in Dylan's posture, Aatrox used a skill he had acquired in his old life, [Spiritual Sword], that skill was learned by virtually all high-level sword users. It was a skill that allowed the user to invoke a spiritual sword to act as a true sword when the user was not in possession of any weapon. The sword was usually very fragile, when compared to a sword of divine level, but compared to these mortal weapons, it was as if it were made of Adamantium, a metal that Aatrox had seen portrayed as very durable on the internet.

Although for Aatrox being only on the Knight level he could not exercise the full power of this sword, he believed that it would be enough to deal with Dylan. For normal people, it would seem that Aatrox was holding an invisible sword, but for cultivators, it was as if he was holding a mass of almost invisible energy in the shape of a sword. The bigger the person's cultivation, the sharper the sword Aatrox was holding.

When Dylan saw Aatrox coming towards him holding something in the shape of a sword made of energy, he quickly heard the warning he had received at the beginning of the battle and picked up his shield, which was transformed into a ring, while also picking up the war mace, which was transformed into a wrist bracelet, and tried to defend against the sword of Aatrox which had gotten very close to him.

He only had time to do that during the battle, because Aatrox made it possible. He didn't want to fight with fists, since he had already fought with Anthony earlier and didn't want to hurt Dylan before he could get his weapons, so that the fight didn't get uninteresting.

When Dylan felt the weight of the sword hitting the shield that was attached to his wrist, he finally took the battle seriously. Just this strike had put a lot of pressure on him, pressure that he only felt when he was fighting with his older brother.

After this strike, Aatrox retreated and looked at Dylan with an inexpressive look.

Dylan seeing it opened his mouth and said. "Thank you for not hindering things, sorry for underestimating you, let's start the real battle." He said it while his eyes radiated intention of battle.

Aatrox seeing those eyes can't help but get excited and a small smile appeared on his face. The female cultivators who were watching the battle with their eyes glowing could not help panting after seeing that smile on the swordsman's face.

Aatrox without showing mercy started attacking Dylan. In the beginning Dylan was managing to defend himself with ease, but when he realized that Benjamin was increasing his speed and he hadn't even started to sweat a little, he started to worry if he would win this battle.

Aatrox was increasing his speed more and more as he was attacking. For those who had a weak cultivation, it looked like Aatrox was dancing while attacking Dylan, as his sword was barely visible. With his long black hair shaking from side to side, it was a scene that many there would never forget in their lives.

Dylan might not have forgotten that battle either, but not for the same reasons. When he was thinking of taking advantage of some opening to counterattack, Benjamin's speed had reached a level he could no longer process, he was defending himself while only following the instincts he had acquired during all the battles he had fought with his older brother and father.

But even though he was desperate about the number of strikes per second, Dylan was happy, he knew that this battle would greatly increase his strength. That kind of training couldn't be provided by anyone he knew. Not even his brother had such an absurd speed. For a moment, he had even forgotten that he was fighting against someone his own age.

If Dylan was happy, Aatrox was in Cloud 9. He had stayed so long in this world and finally he could draw a sword and attack with the contents of his heart. The more speed he could exert, the happier he was. The feeling of having a sword in his hands while swinging it was better than almost everything Aatrox had experienced in his life. It only lost to the feeling he received when he felt the love of his family.

Aatrox had become so excited that he didn't realize that the speed he was attacking had crossed Dylan's limits. In one of his attacks, Dylan could not react in time, and the sword was traveling faster than the eyes of some of the cultivators in the stands. If his sword hit true, he'd probably cut off his arm.

James, Jude and some of the more advanced cultivators who were watching the battle were horrified. If Dylan's arm was severed, a war would probably occur, the Hall family would not accept any injury that their youngest son suffered, even if it was in a formal duel.

But to their relief, Aatrox realized this would hit him and quickly held his arm and cut off the power supply to the sword, trying to prevent the blade from hitting his shoulder.

With his eyes wide open, Dylan saw the blade make a superficial cut on his shoulder only a few thousandths of an inch deep before it disappeared. When he realized what might have happened, Dylan fell on the floor exhausted as he said, "I lost."