After cleaning up the second wave of martial artists at an even faster pace, Wind entered an even stronger mental state, one where he began adapting with the spear in his hand at an astonishing rate. After having spent weeks upon weeks of training, today, he could finally let loose. He blew some steam and felt his mind refreshed with each spear swipe he executed, and as the number of martial artists grew in number, he let himself plunge deeply in their ranks.
He envisioned himself as a heroic spear user, and his special faculty as a soul cultivator made him synchronize with that persona with no difficulty. That was what made Wind a frightening individual on his own; his capacity to lie and transform his core personality made him capable of adapting in any situation. Although his moves were lacking in technique, what he lacked in practice, he compensated it with his astounding momentum. And soon enough, he lost himself in the joy of the game.
