"He must be in the first stage," answered Fane just as the two on the battle platform were getting into the heat of the fight.
Fane's reply caused Noel, who was facing the battle platform, to turn around and look him straight in the eyes with an expression that left no room for doubt that he was crazy.
"What is this first stage thing you're talking about? Don't tell me you don't know that we don't use first or second or third to ascertain the level of a martial art skill or technique?”
The corners of Fane's lips twitched. It was only natural he did not know how the rules in this part of the world worked, after all, the soul fragment he had obtained was not someone from the Hestia Continent.
Looking at Fane’s expression, Noel had already gotten his answer. "I'm beginning to suspect that you have been living under a rock all this while. How could you not know all these?” said Noel with an air of resignation.
Fane coughed gently while trying to think how to answer Noel. "Yes, you're right. I've been living under a rock all this while. I hope you don’t mind me asking all these. They say anyone could be your teacher and you just so happen to be mine right now.”
Fane's words obviously did the trick for Noel as he started explaining happily to him about all the inner workings of the Hestia Continent. "No matter the technique or skill, there are three levels to cultivation —preliminary, proficient, and perfection. For example, Wesley's Seven Stars Meteor Cloud seems to be at the level between preliminary and proficient meaning to say he had attained the preliminary level and was close to the proficient level. Once he reaches the proficient level, he would surely be able to strike Dale down with one
swing of his sword." Fane nodded and guesse even touched the preliminary level on his cultivation of Destroying the Void skill. According to the skill's introduction, one would have to be able to condense and master the control of at least ten Soul Swords to reach the preliminary level.
Not only would Fane need to be able to combine the ten Soul Swords but also control them individually to surround his enemies. At that thought, he started to panic as he had no idea what kind of martial skill would be most suitable for this kind of attack. Should he follow Dale's footsteps and choose the daggers?
Just when he was contemplating all these, the battle between Wesley and Dale had reached its climax. Wesley was acting like a male peacock as he confidently bombard Dale with his sword attacks and from the frown on Dale's face, he was trying to suppress his anger at the helplessness of it all.
Finally, Dale was not willing to continue on. With a push from his pointed foot, he managed to put some distance between the two of them. He quickly performed a hand seal and rays of red light began to envelop the whole area as they transformed into flames which danced with the same rhythm as if they were synchronized swimmers.
"Divine Sky Crows!" shouted Dale ferociously. The flames started burning more vigorously and, to the astonishment of all the spectators, transformed into flaming birds.
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