Chapitre 456: Not Perfection... Just The Beginning.

Rowan knew his attack would not take long so he unleashed Eruption without holding back, and the Eternal Flower made an awful shriek of pain, as its petals began to bleed.

Rowan took another step forward.

No longer was he using the strict form passed down from the Berserker Aspect, what he fought with was the culmination of every battle he had ever been into, and every technique he had ever observed, all the methods of application of power came into one in his hands, and grew to become something… else.

He did not have a soul but Rowan still shivered as a fresh wave of enlightenment washed through his mind and then Rowan began to make…art.

The first attack he made perfectly cut through Dao Ma's defense made from twirling his whip.