This time, Mac opened his closed eyes and slowly moved them towards the source of the noise.

When he saw Little Brother Trevor, Mac looked straight ahead and closed his eyes again, as if he did not notice his brother's shouting.

This development angered Trevor, so he ran over to Mac and shouted again, "Big Brother Mac!"

This time, Mac could no longer ignore him and said with a displeased expression, "Don't shout like that! I can see you. Didn't you see I was resting!", he made a face and looked away from Trevor.

"Ohhh! Good, because I thought you were deliberately ignoring me", Trevor said in a sad tone, but quickly cheered up when he found out that it wasn't true.

"No, I'm just tired and decided to rest in the shade of this big tree," Mac said quickly, and thought, "How could this kid guess so quickly? Is my acting really that bad?"

"Well, it doesn't matter," Mac continued, changing the subject.

Looking at his brother, he continued, "You better tell me, what's wrong with your legs? Do you walk as if your legs were made of wood?", Mac said with concern in his voice, looking at Trevor's legs with concern.

Trevor was a classmate of Mac's, 15 years old and in the 6th stage of Energy Core Formation. As for his appearance, he had a slightly powerful but strong body and was about the same height as Mac.

He was also one of the personal disciples of the elders, namely Elder Re's disciple, who practised techniques that consisted of swift and smooth swings of the sword, which reflected the precision, grace and softness of the sword in his skilled hands.

With each stroke, the speed of the sword increased, and with it the force of the blow, thus resembling the tides of the sea during a storm.

And "Swallow Swing" sword technique was one of his favourite techniques of the Energy Core Formation level, which Trevor was practising.

Although his body was large and full, his movements were smooth and gradual. That's why this technique suited him well.

"And... this?" Trevor asked in surprise and looked at his feet, and then quickly continued, "Well... Teacher Re said that as long as my lower body is weak and immobile, I won't be able to break through to the high level of "Swallow's Swing". And to fix this, he made me stand in rider's stance for 3 hours. Can you imagine that? I can barely feel my legs! In fact, now they are not legs, but two wooden logs," Trevor complained in a frustrated tone.

"And the worst part is that I have to do this stance for the next 5 days to improve. And only then will Master Re allow me to practice the Swallow Swing sword technique again. This is just horrible!", he said each word resentfully, holding back his inner despair.

"It does suck," Mac shook his head, rolling his eyes upwards at Trevor's infantile complaints.

He stopped for a second and said.

"So you have a weak lower body?" as he spoke, Mac raised his left eyebrow in sudden suspicion and smiled slyly.

"Well... yes. Like I said, I have weak legs and a weak body, so I can't be smooth and agile at the same time," Trevor replied sadly.

Mac opened his eyes wide and raised his eyebrows a little, and in his mind he said, "Didn't he understand what I meant? Why did I disturb this innocent child?"

But Mac didn't think much about it and quickly focused on the 2nd attempt.

"But there's a definite plus here!", I said with joy in my eyes, and Mac smiled again, but this time mysteriously.

"What is it?", Trevor asked, not understanding what Mac meant.

"Well, think about it! Now you have a name in the world of spiritual practitioners!", Mac smiled gloatingly at Trevor's confused face.

"What name?", Trevor asked, still not understanding at all.

"What do you mean? You're "Wooden Swordsman now! Not many people have such a cool name! You are very lucky! Be happy about it!" Mac said, barely holding back his laughter.

Listening to him, Trevor was momentarily excited, but quickly recovered and changed his expression.

The lowered eyebrows, tight lips and anger in his eyes spoke for themselves.

Even without any words, Mac could understand what Trevor was trying to tell him, and he was barely holding back.

But that didn't stop Mac.

"Well, what if Trevor "Wooden Swordsman" sounds cool to me!", Mac continued to mock, and pointed his thumb up in Trevor's direction.

Trevor looked at Mac with even more anger. When he calmed down a bit, he said, "Ha ha ha. Very funny. Well, if I'm "Wooden Swordsman", you're the Sharp Blade! Do you like the nickname?"

His face was stony, and only his crooked smile reminded me a little of the cheerful classmate Trevor he had recently met.

"Sharp Blade?" Trevor looked at Mac thoughtfully, "I like it! "Sharp Blade Mac" sounds solid! Hahahaha! Thank you, Trevor, for such a cool nickname!" Mac added, laughing.

Trevor called Mac "Sharp Blade" because although he always carried a sword, he never went out with a real sword, but only took a training sword.

This was quite strange, because even children who had just joined the Cult at the age of 12 usually carried a real sword, but Mac, who was already 15 years old, had never carried one, and had never held one in his hands.

Trevor was surprised, because he wanted to offend Mac, but he was happy and thanked him.

"From now on, I'm "Sharp Blade Mac"! Hahahaha! That's how you address me from now on. Got it Trevor?", Mac said cheerfully and proudly lifted his nose when he asked Trevor.

And although it sounded like a joke now, it wouldn't be long before Mac would take this nickname as his middle name and in less than 10 years there would be no one on the Pangea mainland who hadn't heard the glorious stories of the swordsman named "Sharp Blade".

"Oh, Big Brother! Forget it. Let's go to the training ground, I still want to train", Trevor quickly brushed aside Mac's words and walked slowly and heavily towards the training ground.

Mac quickly got up and picked up his training sword.

"Hey, wait a minute? Listen to "Wooden Swordsman Trevor" and "Sharp Blade Mac"! It sounds great!" with a big smile, Mac went to catch up with Trevor, laughing softly.

"Fuck you!", Trevor sent a straight punch towards Mac.

Mac instantly caught his fist and said.

"Hahaha! Does the great and glorious "Wooden Swordsman Trevor" have a problem with something? Hahaha!!!", Mac continued to laugh maliciously.

Although the joke didn't offend Trevor too much, the direct punch that Mac caught surprised him a little.

And Trevor involuntarily thought, "Since when did Mac become so agile to catch my punch and so strong to be able to hold my hand? Wasn't he this strong before? Isn't he at the 3rd stage of Energy Core Formation now?"

He looked down at his right hand, which was being held by Mac's left hand like an iron claw.

Seeing Trevor's strange look, Mac turned his gaze to his hand and immediately realised what was going on and quickly released Trevor's hand and walked calmly towards the training ground as if nothing had happened.

Trevor stood there frozen for a few seconds, but when he saw Mac's figure moving away, he slowly followed him...

What kind of training ground?