Around him, the area is empty. Barren. A sword intent seems to linger in the area, sword marks all over the empty land.
There is no green grass, no pebbles and no dust.
When he makes his last moves, the grass dissipated like it was cut by a thousand swords, the pebbles turns to ashes, the wind blows and pushes it away and the world become calm.
"It was like I was grasping something" he thought to himself.
Then he checks his status window and he was shocked to discover something
"My Swordsmanship has improved" he thought to himself. Even if he didn't check it, he felt it that somehow his swordsmanship has improved.
It was like he has been practicing the sword for countless of years.
Aeryon rank in swordsmanship has become apprentice level when he check the status window.
He felt like it is about time.
He had used many swords move during the battle of Nurshira while he was attacking Nurshira.
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