A Will Sovereign Chapter 37: Chapter 37— First step Martial Pathway,Body forging realm.

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------- When Soldret stepped onto the training field, Radahn was already waiting. The old man stood with his arms folded, his single eye locked onto him with a serious, appraising gaze. The usual playful glint was gone. The air felt heavier than usual. Soldret's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This is the moment. After everything — the beatings, the weighted hell, the months of relentless training — he was finally going to test how far he had come. Radahn's voice broke the tension. "Are you just going to stand there? Or shall we get this over with?" Soldret stepped forward and settled into a firm stance. His body felt grounded, powerful, and balanced. "Unlike previous times," Radahn said, a faint grin appearing, "I'll let you make the first move. Let's see just how much you've impro—" He didn't get to finish. **BOOM!** Soldret exploded forward. His left leg whipped out in a powerful, fluid kick aimed straight at Radahn's stomach. The speed and controlled force surprised even himself. Radahn blocked with his forearm, but the impact still pushed him back a full step. Before he could stabilize, Soldret spun seamlessly and launched a second kick toward the old man's face. The air whistled. Radahn tilted his head at the last moment. The kick grazed his cheek, tearing a small gash. Silence fell for a heartbeat. Soldret landed lightly, breathing steady, eyes bright. He had actually forced Radahn to react seriously. Radahn touched the cut on his cheek, looked at Soldret, and smiled — slow and dangerous. "Not bad," he said, voice low. "Not bad at all." Then the grin widened. "But don't get cocky, kid." The atmosphere shifted. Radahn's casual pressure suddenly surged. "Now… it's my turn." --- Radahn charged like a living avalanche. **BOOM!!** A heavy punch, driven by raw, overwhelming strength, crashed toward Soldret's chest. The air itself seemed to groan under the pressure. Soldret saw the shoulder rotation, the waist twist, the mountain-crushing power behind it. Instead of retreating, he stepped in smoothly, using a small, precise shift of his body to redirect the force along his forearm while countering with a sharp, fluid elbow strike to Radahn's ribs. **THUD!** The impact landed cleanly. Radahn grunted, but his monstrous endurance kept him moving. A powerful kick followed immediately, aimed at Soldret's thigh. Soldret twisted at the last moment, letting the kick graze him while delivering a fast, precise counter-kick to the old man's knee. The exchange intensified. Radahn fought with pure, crushing power and relentless stamina. Every strike carried the weight of a falling boulder. He attacked without pause, forcing Soldret to stay constantly on the move. If this had been two months ago, Soldret would have fallen long ago. But he was different now. He moved like flowing water wrapped around steel. Small, efficient adjustments allowed him to dodge or redirect the heaviest blows. When openings appeared, he struck back with balanced, sophisticated movements — precise kicks that carried surprising speed and power, sharp elbows, and flowing counters that maximized every aspect of his foundation. Strength when needed. Speed to close gaps. Stamina to endure the barrage. Endurance to keep standing. **THUD! THUD! THUD!** They clashed again and again. Soldret's style was a perfect blend — raw strength mixed with highly efficient, fluid movements. He imitated Radahn's explosive power while adding his own speed and precision, turning defense into seamless counterattacks. For several intense minutes, neither gained a clear advantage. Radahn suddenly stepped back, breathing steady but eyes shining with genuine surprise. "I'm quite impressed," the old man rumbled. "I expected your style to mirror Zephyr's at first. But this… you're mixing several styles — even mine. Though it's not perfect yet. Still, this level of improvement is astonishing." Radahn's expression grew serious as he settled into a firm fighting stance. "But