Twisting in midair, Apollo stabilized himself and landed on his feet on the stage.
He immediately checked his body, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw that he hadn't sustained any injuries.
"That's dangerous," Apollo muttered, fear in his voice. He was still injured from the Advancement Examination and couldn't afford to make it worse. Shaking his head, he walked over to the wooden sword and saw that the wind surrounding it had dissipated.
He slashed the sword, expecting the Wind Blast to release as a wind slash, but the outcome wasn't what he had hoped for. The Wind Blast exploded as it was meant to, but not in the way he wanted.
Nothing changed. Different approach, but the same result.