"That bastard. Why isn't he taking any freaking rest after his fights!" She mumbled as she breathed heavily. "Being talented and managing to enter the tutorial's phase II is already incredible by itself. But now that I learned he is planning on ending all of his first five matches in a row… Urghhh!" She growled at the end under her frustration. "Such waste, such waste…". Thankfully, no one was around here, or else they would have been surprised by her current features. Under her anger, none of her past tenderness could be seen and only fiery anger could be felt from her.
Tahlya had been excited to learn that the newbie that was under her jurisdiction had managed to enter the phase II tutorial
But here he was, passing through them as if they were bar brawls. She sighed as she sat on a sofa, her chest heaved up and down and after a few minutes, she finally managed to calm down.
"At least he managed to win his first two matches. It will still somehow acquire him a decent prize but starting now I doubt he will keep winning", Pity appeared on her face as she thought that such a precious opportunity was being wasted. Even such a simple expression was magnified by her facial feature as she seemed to turn into a praying goddess.
"Let's hope that he learns his mistake after losing, he might redeem himself and train hard", she thought while sighing as she was the one who made the mistake. "People train for months just for those first five matches, truly a waste of talent…".
Little did she know that Fell had already begun treading on the path of immortality before entering Battle Center's office in New Casablanca. Although it did represent an opportunity to him, he was more interested in the fighting part. And it wasn't like he ignored his training when he was in Battle Center.
Each fight was fully used to learn everything he could from his opponents. His first fight with the purple clothed man could have been ended much earlier if he had decided to draw his sword. It was the same for his second fight. Fighting Ainqi Baa had been a much shorter experience. But it wasn't lacking in intensity, having made Fell aware of being vicious to oneself to win.
Now, his third fight's main goal wasn't just for the sake of winning. He was tempering all of his sword techniques, starting from the simple Earthly sword technique to his own self-made art. He used the giant's overpowering defense to sharpen his own attack. And although he was facing danger at every corner, the reward was worth much more than the potential loss. Fell wouldn't change his learning methodology for the sake of victory.
Thankfully, the situation was also in Fell's favor as the giant's innate fighting style leaned toward defense. He wasn't the type of opponent to be proactive as his range could be severely punished by any fast opponent.
Due to the special circumstance, Fell's third fight turned into a stalemate where both opponents constantly elevated each other through the fight. And at some point, every single stroke that the two young swordsmen used were different. Their originality was fully unearthed as they delved body and soul in their fight. A strange cycle of attacking and defending was formed between Fell and the giant.
The scene gave an odd vibe of friendship. The tall giant and the short blond youth shared the Dao inside the quiet fighting ring. No words were spoken as the sound of their blade was enough to share their feelings.