As the friendly-looking guy, Billy, continued his fixation on Magdalena's breasts, he couldn't help but voice his curiosity. "Are her breasts really nice?" he asked, sounding somewhat lost.
Caught off guard by his question, I hesitated for a moment before giving in to the honesty of the situation. "Yes, they are," I replied impulsively, unaware of the consequences of my words.
Silently, I whispered a grateful thanks to the heavens, relieved that our conversation had gone unnoticed by those around us. Little did Mikey know that he would soon find himself intimately acquainted with Magdalena's allure.
Breaking the brief silence that followed, Billy introduced himself as "Billy," momentarily glancing at my face before his attention swiftly returned to Magdalena's captivating assets. Not wanting to prolong the awkwardness, I simply responded with a curt "Mikey."
Returning my focus to the ongoing battle, it became increasingly evident that both combatants possessed exceptional skill with their chosen weapons.
Their proficiency far surpassed my own, and I couldn't help but acknowledge that either one of them could dispatch me with ease, even if I were to employ the formidable techniques of the Supreme Combat Exercise.
Suddenly, a palpable shift occurred within the battle. Ghostly green smoke began to emanate from Nuriel's body, coalescing into fists the size of basketballs. Six of these smoke-filled fists materialized with astounding swiftness, hovering around Nuriel as if under his control. Despite the apparent duration of the transformation, the entire process took mere seconds to complete.
The scene before me unfolded with an air of anticipation, as the smoke-filled fists danced in perfect synchrony around Nuriel. It was a display that left onlookers in awe, marveling at the sheer mastery he possessed over his unique abilities.
Nuriel's voice reverberated through the air as he unleashed his assault, propelling the six solidified ghostly green fists towards Magdalena with fervor. In response, Magdalena swiftly initiated her defense, her preparations unfolding in rapid succession.
Fist-sized hexagonal glasses materialized before her, seamlessly connecting and solidifying into a formidable shield.
The sequence of events unfolded so swiftly that even Mikey, who was attentively observing the battle, struggled to fully comprehend the half-formed skills being employed.
Before his eyes, the clash intensified as the ghostly green fists collided relentlessly against Magdalena's shield, their impact reverberating with resounding "bang bang bang" sounds.
To Nuriel's surprise, the ghostly gas fists showed no signs of dissipating upon contact with the shield. Instead, they remained under his control, continuously bombarding Magdalena's defense.
A perplexed expression crossed Nuriel's face as he realized that his fists failed to penetrate her resilient shield.
Magdalena's shield valiantly held its ground, enduring the relentless barrage until the very moment when the final ghostly fist dissipated.
The strain on the shield became evident as spider-like cracks webbed across its surface, a testament to the immense pressure it had withstood. Intrigued by the peculiar half skills on display, I turned to Billy, seeking clarification.
"Do you know what those half skills are?" I inquired, hoping to gain insight into the mysterious abilities showcased by Magdalena and Nuriel.
Billy looked at me with a hint of confusion before responding, "You don't know?" Realizing my lack of awareness, I began to explain that I hadn't had the opportunity to read about them. However, before I could utter a word, Billy interjected, his realization evident in his tone.
"Oh! You must be at the private stage?" he queried, prompting me to nod in affirmation. It became apparent that Billy had assumed I possessed the status of a specialist Mark, as many of the building's tenants were at that stage.
Curiosity piqued, I eagerly awaited further insights from Billy, hoping to unravel the enigma surrounding the remarkable skills exhibited by Magdalena and Nuriel.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were at the private stage," Billy apologized, acknowledging his assumption. I reassured him, stating that it was not a problem.
The levels of evolvers are often kept private, especially before reaching the corporal stage, where heightened senses enable individuals to discern the approximate level of others.
In our republic, there exists a law that restricts access to information based on an individual's Power Mark level. As a private stage evolver, my access is limited to information deemed relevant for individuals at this stage.
To access higher-level knowledge, one must either level up or acquire access upgrades through means such as interaction with a Lieutenant Mark evolver, who can elevate access to the Corporal level.
Billy proceeded to enlighten me about the skill utilized by Nuriel, known as Deca Smoke Fist, which derived from the more advanced Hect Smoke skill.
While the Half skill enabled Nuriel to create up to ten ghostly green fists, the original Hect Smoke skill possessed the capacity to generate up to a hundred fists.
As Billy shared his knowledge, I couldn't help but marvel at the intricate nuances of these skills. It was evident that mastery over such abilities required immense dedication and training.
I found myself yearning for the day when I would be able to unlock the mysteries of higher-level skills and witness the awe-inspiring capabilities they held.
In the midst of our conversation, the intense battle between Nuriel and Magdalena continued to unfold in the ring.
The clash of their contrasting powers and techniques created an electrifying atmosphere, captivating the attention of onlookers. It was a testament to the remarkable diversity and complexity of evolvers within our building.
With a newfound appreciation for the intricacies of evolver abilities and the hierarchical structure that governed access to information, I couldn't help but feel a surge of motivation.
The journey to advance through the stages and unravel the secrets of more powerful skills beckoned me forward, promising new heights of strength and understanding.
"And Magdalena's Half skill, Minor Glass Shield, is derived from the renowned skill known as Glass Shield, which serves as the signature defense technique of the esteemed Glass Knight organization.
It is said that only those at Class A or above have the privilege to learn this skill," Billy explained, his eyes betraying a hint of envy as he discussed Glass Shield. The reputation and power associated with this skill were undoubtedly impressive.
"It's truly remarkable," Billy continued, his voice tinged with astonishment. "Magdalena has been a member of the Glass Knight for just two days, and within this short period, she has already attained basic mastery over the skill." The shock on the faces of those around us mirrored Billy's own disbelief.
As an observer, I couldn't fathom the exact amount of time and effort it took for Magdalena to comprehend and acquire even a basic level of mastery over Glass Shield.
However, judging by the expressions of those witnessing her display of skill, it was evident that her achievement was exceptional and exceeded expectations.
The notion of such rapid progress and intellectual prowess ignited a sense of admiration within me. It highlighted the vast potential that lay within evolvers, showcasing their capacity to grasp complex concepts and hone their abilities to astonishing levels in a relatively short span of time.
As the battle between Nuriel and Magdalena intensified, the clash of their contrasting skills and strategies filled the arena with an electrifying atmosphere.
It was a testament to the diversity and depth of talent within the evolver community, with each individual bringing their unique set of abilities and aspirations to the forefront.