Chapitre 181: Controlling The Chaos

Lassim lay on the ground, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. 

The explosion had taken him completely by surprise, the sheer force of it leaving him winded and disoriented. 

As he slowly sat up, he surveyed the destruction he had wrought. The training dummy was in pieces, shattered fragments strewn across the arena. 

He could see the scorch marks on the ground, the remnants of his experimental technique etched into the surroundings.

"What in the world just happened?" he muttered to himself, rubbing his head that was also rocked by the explosion. He had never expected such a violent reaction. 

As he stood up, dusting himself off, he glanced around the deserted arena. It was the middle of the night, and thankfully, no one had been around to witness the havoc he had caused or scold him for destroying a target dummy as a servant rank disciple.