A slow and silent transformation that was triggered by the Massin Martial Art was gradually changing Fell's physique. As the number of martial artists facing Fell kept getting lower and lower; the sharpness in his moves was accented.
Even the feeling he had when he used the knife form with his hand was strikingly similar to the one he had when he used a sword. His own body was starting to recognize itself as a bladed weapon; pleasure coursed through his body as he hacked down the last few bronze-colored figures left.
His hand danced around him, phantom limb appeared around him as they shut down any nearby opponent. His feet skillfully trotted in the middle of the battlefield. His movements were erratic and defied logic from the point of view of his opponent. He would give the impression to dash forward while actually moving backward.
Pa! Pa! Pa! His steps resounded on the silent battlefield as he advanced towards the last opponent of the wave. His hand moved towards his back as he prepared himself to slice the last bronze-colored martial artist. His hand was lifted high in the sky as if he was lifting a broadsword.
He swiftly executed his attack the moment he entered the bronze figure's range. The lifted hand descended towards his opponent with heavenly might; An invisible blade appeared in the virtual realm splitting the final martial artist of the tenth wave in two.
An interface appeared in front of Fell accompanied by a congratulating tune. He lifted his eyes as he breathed out and looked at the floating words in front of him.
"Congratulations on passing the tutorial." He read as he gradually recovered his breath.
"Your grading for the tutorial
"Your score is:100% clearance."
"Congratulations." He smiled as he finished reading. "Not bad I guess! This game is quite fun." He exclaimed as he opened the talent tree interface.
To his surprise, the bronze-colored martial stars disappeared. In their stead was a strange star that seemed to be made from the earlier bronze stars. The strange star repeatedly flashed in bright colors. Before starting the tenth wave, he had acquired nine bronze martial stars.
He had learned before that each martial realm in Battle Contest was made of Nine Star. Thus, he was filled with anticipation as he thought about the changes that would occur after he completed the Bronze Realm with his hand-to-hand martial art.
As he watched his new martial star form. A new interface appeared in a corner of his vision; He swiftly turned his neck to look at it as he was taken by a burning passion for the game. He had rarely enjoyed such luxury, having only tried a few ancient video games in the core.
Although, back then, he found the experience novel and interesting, the games weren't as immersive as this one. Thus, he didn't have as much enjoyment as right now.
He felt a strange mania take over him as he began reading the new interface.
"Do you want to try clearing the phase II
"If there is more to hit, why wouldn't I, Fell, smash them all!" He exclaimed with his back straight and a head that floated high above his shoulders. "Let's do this!" he motivated himself while muttering; As he talked his finger moved and pressed on the windowed interface to start
The moment his finger touched the screen his surroundings drastically changed. The vast whiteness around him was morphing as if space and time were being dabbled with. The blue sky was flashing in a plethora of colors that left Fell smitten by the changes.
The changes were happening instantly as If sever planes were passing through in a few moments. His surroundings morphed and dwarfed around him as If it was made in purpose to entertain Fell. Finally, his vision couldn't take it anymore as he felt like he passed through ten thousand worlds in a single second. He closed his eyes and his eyebrows rose as he felt slight nausea from the "journey" he underwent.
A pleasant scent entered his nose, an image of heavenly valleys appeared in his mind and he immersed himself in this feeling. Suddenly he heard a voice that took him out of the reverie.
"You really are talented. Quite a lot of genius ends up throwing up during the great distance transportation. I'm not saying that what you experienced was a real one…", an old voice that appeared to be as ancient as time itself resounded in his ears.