The Broken Halo

Chapter 383: Name Of Your Technique

Simon was forced to come out of his thoughts, and he looked at Ormon.

He stood, patted his body, then he looked at Instructor Ormon with a calm expression.

”Your technique is impressive.”

Ormon chuckled. ”Do I need you to tell me that, boy?”

Simon smiled behind his mask, then he approached Ormon.

But this time around, he did not run but walked.

Ormon stroked his beard and chuckled.

”Hmm. You’re walking this time around? It won’t make a difference though.”

Simon did not respond, then he stopped when he was at arm’s length to Ormon.

Ormon could punch him and reach him easily, and he could do the same.

Ormon smirked. ”Come.”

Simon’s eyes flashed, then he released the fastest punch he could after enhancing his entire arm and hand with his demonic energy.

However, Ormon dodged the attack and countered with an uppercut.

This time around, Simon paid a lot of attention Ormon’s fist as he dodged it.

The fist slowed down in his eyes as his focus was entirely on it and he forgot every other thing.

He tried to find something, anything at all.

He wanted to try and figure out Ormon’s technique on his own, but despite doing this, he figured out nothing.

’Or... did he decide to not use his technique this time around?’

Just as Simon had this thought, his eyes bulged wide open, and his head snapped up and he stumbled to the back and fell on his knees.

Bang!

Thud!

”What are you doing? Why are you trying to figure out my technique while we’re fighting?” Ormon said with an annoyed and disappointed expression.

Simon could not respond, no, he did not respond because he was still trying to comprehend what just happened.

He was laying flat on the floor, and his eyes just stared at the rocky ceiling above him with a lost expression.

’I dodged it. I know that I did. I was completely focused on his fist and nothing else, and the last thing I saw was his fist. His fist did not hit me again.’

’So how? How am I getting hit even after dodging his attack?’

Simon could feel the sting on his chin and the ache traveling across his head, but his mind was calm and his Sea of Consciousness was the same.

Ormon was careful with his attack, so Simon was able to stay conscious and did not die.

However, none of this was on Simon’s mind. He was extremely interested about this technique because he had never heard of anything like it before.

A technique that hits him even after he successfully dodges the attack?

This was the one of the strangest techniques he had ever encountered in his two lifetimes combined together... and he has seen a lot of strange techniques.

’I can think of four possible answers to this technique... One is speed. The second is time. The third is space. And the fourth is the spirit realm.’

’I’m going to leave out space and the spirit realm since it’s very likely that they’re false.’

’If he was manipulating space, I would have sensed it because I have an affinity for space. It might not be as high as my wind affinity, but it’s high.’

’He doesn’t have spatial affinity, and Rakshas are not related to things related to spirits. Their abilities are related to their physical bodies, not the spiritual aspect of things.’

’So, those two are out of the way.’

Simon closed his eyes and folded his arms as he lay on the ground, completely ignoring the displeased gaze of Instructor Ormon.

’If I’m leaving space and time out of it, then that leaves speed and time.’

’If it’s speed, then that is going to be very surprising. Is it possible for him to punch me without disturbing the wind? And without me sensing the disturbance in the wind?’

’And if it’s time... then that changes a lot of things. Could it be that he has punched me in the future, so whenever I dodge it, the punch has hit me already, which is why I feel it seconds after I dodge it?’

Simon frowned deeply, then he released a sigh and sat straight.

He slowly got to his feet, then he looked at Ormon who had his arms folded and was looking at Simon with visible displeasure.

Simon had used about ten seconds, but this was very disappointing to Ormon.

”I can see why you’re innately talented with the sword. You think too much.”

Ormon shook his head with a scoff.

”Swordsmen always try to think of how to improve their sword techniques, sword arts, their movement techniques, and so on. They always feel like they’re the wisest fighters because they believe that learning how to do the perfect cut is a lot more difficult than us brawlers who only knows how to punch like fools.”

Ormon’s four eyes stared at Simon with a narrowed gaze.

”Brawlers do not think so much. They face the problem head-on and try to break it apart with their fists and bodies.”

Ormon clenched the fists on his right hand.

”If you want to learn the path of the fist. You must first learn how to stop thinking so much like a swordsman.”

Simon’s lips could not help but curl up slightly as he listened to the words of the instructor.

Although he was beginning to respect Ormon for creating such a technique, he was not going to change his ways just because he said so.

He could not imagine a situation where he would face his problems without thinking about the best solution and the possible future problems.

Right now, he was very much interested in Ormon’s fist technique.

”Can I know the name of your fist technique?”

”What?” Instructor Ormon dangerously narrowed his eyes.

Simon was unfazed.

”Your technique is very intriguing and confusing. I believe it focuses on the concept of speed or time, or speed and time. I just want to know the name of your technique.”

Instructor Ormon’s eyes flashed with a surprised light, then he replied a few seconds later.

”Broken Rhythm Art... That’s the name of my technique.”