The concept of bloodline talent is not sothing every knight possesses.
In fact, most knights go their entire lives without ever awakening their bloodline talent, not even showing any signs of it.
But a lucky few, even from the mont they beco Apprentice Knights, have already awakened their bloodline talent.
It’s not like Fighting Energy cultivation, which can be accumulated through hard practice; it’s purely a product of talent, even...
Carrying a hint of destiny.
And today, Louis finally welcod his own awakening.
The bloodline talent he activated is called—[Trajectory].
Its most basic ability is to briefly predict a target’s actions within two seconds by consuming Fighting Energy and focusing attention.
Additionally, there is a passive effect: when encountering lethal danger, it triggers a faint sense of forewarning.
At first glance, this ability doesn’t seem impressive.
Two seconds? What use is that?
But in a life-and-death knight duel, a lead of one or two seconds makes the difference between life and death.
Against a similarly ranked opponent, even a mont of hesitation can be a flaw in winning or losing.
Moreover, bloodline talents are not unchanging.
As Fighting Energy levels rise, it strengthens and might even develop new abilities.
An excited Louis lifted the tent flap and walked out.
The night breeze swept through the camp, the flas flickered, everything seed usual.
But the next mont, an Elite Knight guarding outside suddenly had a bright look in his eyes and blurted out: "Lord... have you broken through?!"
With this exclamation, cheers erupted almost instantly.
"The Lord has broken through!"
"That’s great!"
"Congratulations, Lord Louis!"
The knights who were originally patrolling and on guard imdiately gathered around, each face filled with genuine joy.
They always had respect for the strong, but even before his power, they’d been moved by Louis’s calmness, decisiveness, and generosity.
During the toughest tis, it was this young Lord who led them across the wasteland, established in the Northern Territory, slew the Snow Swearers in night battles, and seized the chance of victory at Qingyu Ridge.
They were already 99.9% satisfied with this young Lord.
The remaining 0.01% was just regretting that his cultivation was slightly lagging behind.
But now, even this little regret is slowly being filled.
"At this rate... Lord becoming a Legendary Knight is no longer a dream."
"Hahahahaha."
As the cheers subsided, Louis suddenly spoke: "I want to test my strength."
He glanced at the crowd and finally pointed to a tall Mid-tier Elite Knight: "You co and spar with ."
This was a battle-hardened Elite Knight, with steady strength and thick Fighting Energy.
And he was a full minor rank higher than the newly broken-through Louis.
The surroundings instantly grew quiet, knights looked at each other, faces reading "This isn’t good."
"Lord, a difference of a tier is not sothing to joke about..."
"If Frio uses too much force..."
Frio himself was unbearably nervous, his face sowhat pale, hesitantly said: "Lord, maybe we should just take it easy..."
"If you go easy," Louis’s voice suddenly lowered by a half tone, "I’ll kick you out of Red Tide Territory."
"..."
Seeing that Louis wasn’t joking, the camp quieted down.
"Understood." Frio swallowed, nodded.
Thus, a duel with a real gap in strength officially began.
Louis drew his longsword, red Fighting Energy swirled around the blade like a flickering fla, hissing slightly.
Frio also drew his sword, likewise, with crimson Fighting Energy.
They were both knights of the Calvin Family, and although their thods of cultivating Fighting Energy differed, they shared the sa lineage, making their Fighting Energy particularly similar.
The blades collided, sparks scattering.
Louis didn’t rush to use his bloodline talent, wanting to see his own strength now.
Initially, he relied purely on keen reflexes and the fighting spirit from his fresh breakthrough to engage Frio in a tight exchange.
But as ti passed, the difference widened.
After all, Frio was a seasoned Mid-tier Elite Knight, with richer Fighting Energy and more precise control over combat rhythm.
After a few moves, pressure overwheld Louis like a tide, and he gradually began to struggle.
He could still barely parry, but the unsteady swaying and irregular breathing after each block betrayed him.
"Ah, the gap is still too great."
"Frio, that’s enough..."
The knights watching broke into a cold sweat, instinctively holding their breath, afraid their breathing might disturb Louis.
So already began to exchange glances nervously: "Should Frio pretend to narrowly lose? Just act a bit!"
Yet just then, Louis’s eyes suddenly changed.
Bloodline Talent · Trajectory, activated!
At this mont in Louis’s vision, ti seed to pause for an instant.
He saw that in the next second, Frio’s shoulder would slightly drop, executing an upward slashing strike.
"I see it!"
Louis moved like the wind, sword light carrying Fighting Energy cut through the air, directly piercing that montary gap!
"Bang!"
It was the sound of tal colliding.
Frio’s longsword was knocked out of his hand, and he had to step back two steps to regain his balance.
"Ah?"
The field was silent for three seconds.
The crowd widened their eyes, faces asking what just happened?
From dominating one mont to being defeated the next!?
"What was that just now?"
"I didn’t observe any flaw at all..."
"Too fast... it was like knowing in advance what the opponent would do!"
Even Frio himself was bewildered.
He looked at the empty hilt in his hand, then at Louis who was standing steadily not far away.
A mont later, he ca to his senses, let out a bitter laugh: "I concede, Lord truly is... deeply hidden."
Louis stood in place, slowly exhaled, looked down at his sword-holding hand, his palm slightly numb, and his chest rising and falling continuously.
He was not carried away by this victory.
The outburst at that instant, although exhilarating, fast, and precise, ca with a considerable cost, requiring intense concentration when Trajectory was activated and continually consuming Fighting Energy.
As expected, bloodline talent is not sothing that can be used recklessly.
Lambert stepped out from the crowd, brows furrowed.
He was Louis’s Guardian Knight and had been teaching him combat techniques since he was a child.
One could say Louis was cultivated by him, yet this spar made him puzzled.
Louis’s attack style was one he couldn’t have been more familiar with, but that sudden counter-attack...
Had completely caught him off guard, sothing that couldn’t be achieved with re technique.
He approached Louis, asking softly: "Lord, that move just now, how did you do it?"
Louis didn’t beat around the bush, replied in a low voice: "I have awakened my bloodline talent."
"Ah?" Lambert was stunned.
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