章節 382: Burning Night

The little blacksmith's heart was beating wildly, while Luke stood with surprising calam.

In front of the half-wolf was a madera target. Luke then concentrated on controlling the three spells at the same time.

Swinging his sword, he launched a forward attack, cutting the air.

The cut Luke made in the air created an ice attack that flew out at high speed at the test dummy, tearing that puppet's head off in seconds.

The cut was smooth, extremely precise and fast. The target's head fell, hitting the ground and then rolling forward. Even though it was a wooden target, the cut was so precise that it created a smooth surface, not a single piece of the wood fiber had been torn out, all the material was still perfectly intact. 

Normally, cutting wood always creates dust, unevenness, and you would need to run a sandpaper across the top of the wood to keep it really smooth. But Luke's cutting was so perfect that this was simply not necessary.