'What kind of technique is that?'
Xia Qingge gave Ryker a sidelong glance, wondering if this buffoon was just spouting nonsense, but her skepticism soon turned to amazement as he was surrounded in a red aura. Intricate magic circles filled the air behind him, and even those other disciples who were engrossed in their fights around them stopped to stare in curiosity.
The 'Atreides' focus in his hand whirred incessantly, but unlike when he'd first used it, this whirring was more rhythmic and stable. It sounded like it was just beginning to warm up.
"Hm? What kind of technique is that?" Wen Xiaodan wondered aloud, her words mimicking Xia Qingge's thoughts. She'd never seen such a display even from the few spell cultivators she'd fought with in the past.
The strangest part was that she couldn't feel any qi movement from Ryker whatsoever. However, judging by his confident smile, these circles must be the precursor to some special attack.
