Though Adonis still hadn't sacrificed his snatched experience to his style nor had learnt to control his sovereignty, aura or intent, he still looked like a completely different beast.
With a step, he covered the ground of a hundred and with a swing, he reaped the life of a dozen.
His flames snaked around his body as if they had a life of their own as they endlessly spread like the plague and randomly imploded, taking dozens of lives.
Adonis took a step to the left and alongside, the entire world seemed to move as he parried then swung upward, tearing a gash on his opponent's chest before his flames suddenly seeped into the wound and exploded.
A cloud of flames engulfed the area and using this, he stepped forth and continued his carnage.
The more he killed, the more refined his footwork became as slowly, he got used to his newfound strength and his elements fell under his control, perfectly assimilated into his style.
