Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 127: Let’s Spar

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Let’s Spar

Leon’s musings were interrupted by the sound of a voice—clear, melodious, and most definitely hers.

"Ah, Lord Leon of the Moonwalker Duchy," Nova cried from the midst of the ruined training ground, with a faint smile playing on her lips. "Did you personally come to witness my training?"

Leon blinked, coming back to himself. He looked toward the arena and took in the sight before his eyes—dozens of guards, thirty or forty, were strewn about the ground, some half-asleep, others entirely unconscious. Standing in the midst of the destruction was Nova like a war heroine—unchanging, unbreakable, her presence dominating the space like a living tempest.

Leon blinked, the fog of memories clearing. His amber eyes settled on the view before him—and what a view it was.

Over thirty guards were strewn about the arena, some crying out, others unconscious. They were strewn about like shattered dolls, victims of a tempest. And at their center stood Nova, like a heroine of war. Her training outfit glared in the light of morning, long dark hair streaming like a war banner behind her. She seemed the very personification of victory—feral, wild, lovely.

They locked eyes—her bright green securing with his dark gold.

So this is the face of a goddess of war.

Leon’s lips twitched into a slow, pleased smile—his trademark look. "Yes, Lady Nova," he said, voice smooth and deep. "It’s me—Leon Moonwalker."

He moved forward, his smile never wavering, each step confident and calculated.

Nova’s gaze narrowed just a fraction in surprise. She’d anticipated a welcome—but not that smile. Not from him.

The last time she’d had dealings with Leon, he’d been stoic. Cold, handsome, courteous. Not like this—charming, laughing, almost. warm.

Still, she kept her response behind a calm but laughing smile. "He’s changed," she breathed in her heart.

When Leon finally appeared before her, he reached out his hand with a courteous nod. "Greetings, Miss Nova."

Nova gazed at his hand, then back up at his face—a merry smirk pulling at her lips. Calm. Relaxed. But fierce.

She set her hand in his, returning the handshake.

"Welcome to you as well, Lord Leon," she spoke with quiet strength.

Their hands stayed clasped for a moment. They just stared at each other—smiles hanging like a silent shared secret. The tension around them changed—charged, electric.

Behind them, the guards stood with wide eyes and quiet reverence.

It wasn’t often they saw the kingdom’s most deadly woman and its most celebrated war hero at odds with each other.

Two Grandmasters. Two honorific titles. Power and beauty, in unspoken rivalry.

It was like observing two storms give deference to each other—neither yielding, neither afraid.

Leon’s expression relaxed marginally as he looked at her face.

Most women, when engulfed by his aura, would blush, stammer, shrink. But Nova... she was not intimidated. Composed. In her green eyes, he beheld something that was unexpected—resistance. Fire

Leon still kept her hand in his, his golden eyes gentling as he looked at her quietly. Most women, most women, when ensnared by his presence—particularly after his Charm Maximizer skill kicked in—would practically always blush, stammer, or shrink away. But Nova remained tall—composed and unyielding. In her bright green eyes, he saw something unusual: resistance. Not hostility, not rejection—merely a burning flame that did not stoop. She covered her thoughts better than most. And that... was admirable.

She’s resisting my charm; he understood with a flash of delight. She’s pushing back.

Nova, too, was examining him.

Nova was watching him, too. Her gaze wandered across his face, and a flash of shock sparkled in her eyes. He had always been handsome, she recalled. But now, there was more. He had matured into that attractiveness, polished and authoritative. If his charm had previously been a creek, now it was a river—constant, strong, serene on the surface, but with depths sufficient to engulf.

She spread her smile, squeezing his hand.

Testing me? he considered, entertained. So, this is a power test.

Leon didn’t wince. He met the pressure—not too firm, just firm enough to respond to her challenge.

But to warriors like them, actions screamed volumes. He knew what she was doing: attempting to measure his strength. Leon tightened his grip on her hand—not to subdue, but to respect her strength. If he didn’t match her strength, she’d think that he wasn’t taking her seriously enough. Worse, she’d think he wasn’t worthy of respect. And that... would only make it harder for him.

And when he clasped his hand tighter over hers, a smile unfurled on her lips. She tightened her grip over his hand in return.

So did he.

Their handshake had turned into an unspoken battle of wills. The air in the training ground thickened. Guards at the periphery tightened their muscles, and a couple of lower-ranking ones even took a step back, cold perspiration breaking out on their foreheads.

"They’re going to blow the place up." someone breathed.

"They’re both Grandmasters," another grumbled, voice tight. "If this gets real..."

Behind them, some of the low-realm guards visibly tensed. One even shivered. Two Grandmasters facing off—even in a handshake—was sufficient to start fear. If they went full-out, a city could fall apart.

The king – a Monarch Realm farmer could step in—strong enough to halt any real catastrophe—but until then, the rest? They’d be collateral damage. They all understood that if a battle erupted, the guards would be the first to perish.

Fortunately, the tension snapped. A moment after an eternity of silence, both Leon and Nova let go of each other’s hands with identically impeccable dignity.

Nova smiled, a sly spark illuminating her eyes. "So, the rumors were accurate, Lord Leon. The war hero’s brawn hasn’t worn off—indeed, it has only increased."

Leon’s chuckle was gentle but sure. "And you, Lady Nova, still the kingdom’s most beautiful warrior. You appear to have honed more than merely your talents since we last encountered one another."

A momentary silence. Another mutual amused grin shared between them.

Then Nova leaned forward at an angle, eyes narrowing with interest. "So, Lord Leon, did you attend the training hall this morning. to train?"

Leon’s mind responded reflexively in heart: I came for you.

Out loud, however, he said, "Of course, Lady Nova."

Her grin spread, taking on an unhinged quality. "Perfect," she said. "Because I haven’t had a real challenge all morning.

Her gaze swept across the arena—over the dozens of unconscious and half-conscious guards sprawled across the field, and the rest who stood outside the lines, pale and breathless.

"They couldn’t offer much of a fight," she said with a shrug. "They did their best, I’m sure. But they couldn’t even make me sweat."

The other conscious guards trembled and went pale. Perspiration dripped down a guard’s temple as he thought, Make her sweat? We almost died.

But nobody was brave enough to object. To protest meant to be volunteered as Nova’s next victim.

"So," Nova asked, her shining, battle-crazed eyes fixing upon him, "will you spar with me?"

Leon’s smile was unruffled, even satisfied. Like everything was going according to his plan.

"Why not?" he said softly. "Let’s spar, Lady Nova."

Nova blinked, surprise flickering through her excitement. "You’re agreeing? That easily?"

The last time she’d asked him to spar; she had even offered a challenge—but he rejected her every time. Once, twice, many times. But now...

He merely nodded, the same laughing smile creasing his lips—the battle maniac’s smile of a madman eager for a fight with an equal foe, long at last receiving what she’d craved all these years.

A flash of uncertainty at his reversal occurred, but she shoved it away. Nova merely shrugged, a grin creeping back as she thought to herself, If I’m getting what I desire, why should I care?

She turned and took her stance. "Then let’s begin, Lord—"

Before she could fully assume her stance, Leon interrupted with a raised hand. "Wait."

Nova paused mid-pose, frowning. "What?"

Her eyes narrowed, voice was sharp, edged with irritation, like a child refused a promised gift. "Don’t tell me you’re backing out at the last second."

Leon studied her expression, smile wider, watching the confusion twist her face. "So adorable," he murmured.

Her blink was quick. "Huh?"

He cleared his throat. "That is, Lady Nova. maybe we should proceed to ... in the private training hall."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Why?"

"Our cultivation," he replied matter-of-factly, sweeping an arm toward the arena. "If we give it our all here, this building won’t be standing. But the private halls are supported with runes and enchantments. We won’t need to hold back there."

Understanding passed across her face, followed by a slow nod of pleased consent. "Fine. Good idea."

Behind them, a murmur of relief swept through the guards left behind.

Nova stepped aside, moving away. "Let’s go, then."

Leon offered a courtly hand gesture, a twinkle in his eye. "After you, Lady Nova."

And so, side by side, two warriors—maniacs on the battlefield in their own right—strode towards the private room at the end of the royal training grounds. One smiled with assurance. The other with eagerness. And in between those smiles, sparks had already started flying.