The crescent slash had engulfed Alan Peccator who was struggling to stand.
*BOOM!*
"Cough!"
Ezra had coughed up blood and fell to his knees after he had released the attack.
His body too was in utter agony.
[You have gained an understanding of a movement of the Cataclysmic Spear[5 Star], Cataclysmic Rend]
[You have failed to accurately copy your opponent.]
As Ezra stood, the pores on his face were bleeding as he read the message.
'...I failed to copy it...'
His understanding of the movement was flawed, and hence he had copied a lower-grade movement.
But this message alone shocked him even more.
A failed copying of the technique resulted in a FIVE-STAR TECHNIQUE?!
His mind was in chaos.
Was Alan Peccator in possession of a six-star technique?!
It had to be so.
"Healer, Where are the goddamn Healers?!".
As he was lost in his thoughts, the voice of the guild master of Twilight entered his ears.
