The Gungnir, a legendary spear of immense power, had yet to be unleashed by him, as he had chosen to wield the Serpent of the North for this particular confrontation. It was a calculated choice, one that reflected his strategic mindset and he wanted to master various arts without using cheat items.
As the battle raged on, Sin grasped the Serpent of the North firmly, feeling the surge of energy coursing through it. With a swift and practiced motion, he extended the spear, its gleaming blade shimmering in the sunlight.
Sin's enemy, approached with deadly intent. The moment the Gungnir's tip made contact with the enemy's body, Sin unleashed a lightning-style jutsu of unparalleled potency. It coursed through the enemy's form, rendering them powerless and immobilized. In most cases, the sheer force of this technique led to instant death for his foes.
Sin's decision to rely less on Kamui, the enigmatic power that granted him otherworldly abilities, spoke volumes about his dedication to personal growth. He understood that true mastery of his abilities required honing his skills in various domains of combat. While Kamui offered incredible advantages, he believed that unlocking its full potential demanded a well-rounded skill set.
By choosing to wield the Serpent of the North and refining his lightning-style jutsu, Sin demonstrated his commitment to becoming an all-around formidable warrior. He aspired to be more than just a Kamui-wielding powerhouse; he aimed to be a martial artist of exceptional skill and versatility. In his relentless pursuit of strength, Sin embodied the principle that true power came not just from extraordinary gifts but from the dedication to master every aspect of his craft.
Sin's keen eyes spotted a pack of menacing wolves closing in on his position. These creatures, known for their vulnerability to fire magic, presented an opportunity he couldn't ignore. With a swift decision, Sin leaped into action, his determination evident in every movement.
As he descended upon the approaching wolf pack, Sin focused his energy and summoned the power of his fireball jutsu. What was once a rudimentary technique had now evolved into something far more refined and potent. The flames danced and swirled around his outstretched hands, a testament to his tireless dedication to mastering his craft.
The fireball, now a blazing inferno of destructive force, hurtled toward the oncoming wolves with a deadly intensity. Upon impact, the searing heat enveloped the creatures, turning them into living torches. The agonizing cries of the wolves echoed through the forest as they succumbed to the merciless flames. Sin's control over fire magic was not just an advantage; it was a testament to his unwavering commitment to becoming a true master of his abilities.
In the aftermath of this fiery confrontation, Sin felt a surge of power within him. He had reached a remarkable milestone, touching the formidable mark of 50,000 N (Newton), a measure of force used to quantify his superhuman strength. It was a feat that few could even dream of achieving.
For context, a typical level 50 practitioner usually possessed a force range of 30,000 to 40,000 N, showcasing the immense gap between ordinary practitioners and Sin's extraordinary abilities. His superpower system helped him to grow to 20,000 but what truly set him apart was the incorporation of the Serpent of the North spear.
The Serpent of the North, an ancient weapon of unparalleled mystery, had further elevated Sin's prowess. Its mere presence allowed him to tap into an additional 30,000 N of force, pushing him well beyond the boundaries of conventional strength.
The sudden display of Sin's incredible power had not gone unnoticed. As the fiery spectacle subsided, a slow, rhythmic clap echoed through the clearing, drawing the attention of Sin and his companions. They turned to see the source of the applause, and there, standing before them was a figure familiar to everyone: Sia Amir.
Sia was no ordinary individual; she was the reigning champion of the highly prestigious Sprite God Tournament, a competition renowned for showcasing the mightiest warriors in the realm. Her presence commanded respect and admiration, and her reputation as a formidable fighter was well-deserved.
With grace and confidence, Sia stepped forward, her gaze locked onto Sin. She addressed him directly. "The rumors were true," she began, her voice clear and unwavering. "Sin, you are indeed a powerful individual, and it appears you have been concealing your true strength for quite some time."
The encounter between Sia and Sin was not just a meeting of two noble birth individuals; it was a convergence of personalities and a departure from their past interactions. Prior to this moment, they had crossed paths at numerous social gatherings and events, yet communication had been scarce. Sia, the reigning champion of the Sprite God Tournament, had, for reasons known only to her, chosen to maintain a discreet distance from Sin.
Intriguingly, Sia's indifference towards Sin was not a reflection of his abilities or character but rather her own reserved nature. She was a figure of great prominence, a warrior celebrated for her prowess in combat, and her reticence had more to do with her own introverted disposition than any judgment of Sin. On the other hand, Sin carried a sense of pride that often kept him from initiating conversations with those who did not actively seek his company. He held a belief that to approach someone who had previously shown disinterest in him would be a blow to his own honor, a concession of vulnerability he was unwilling to make.
The unspoken tension between them had persisted until this pivotal moment in the dungeon, where Sin's latent power had been unveiled. Sia's applause had not only acknowledged his strength but had also bridged the gap between their reserved personalities. It was as though the fiery display had shattered the barriers that had kept them apart. That is what an outsider may think from their point of view after seeing them here. To an outsider, it might seem like their relationship was improving after this encounter. But deep down, Sin sensed an undertone in Sia's words that didn't sit well with him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.