Chapter 230 - 230: Secret of The March

“I don’t know much about being your disciple,” Ludwig said, his voice calm but firm. “I personally never agreed to it. But the Tyrant Blade art… I got a book about it from the library back in Tibari.”

The Knight King’s shadowy form loomed over Ludwig, his glowing eyes narrowing as he considered the undead’s words. “I see… though I see no reason to call you a liar, I find it hard to believe that you could understand the words written in that book.”

Ludwig shrugged, his expression unbothered. “Well, I know how to do this,” he said, and without warning, he activated [Summersault Slam]. His body flipped upward with a fluid motion, his weapon stopping a mere centimeter from the floor.

“I didn’t finish it,” Ludwig added, “in case I break the palace…”

The Knight King’s glowing eyes flickered with something akin to surprise. “I can see that you know the basics,” he admitted. “Tell me, why did you pick this art?”