The secret technique of Asiluo Clan's Angel's Thorn swordsmanship, in Charles's mind, flowed like a light spring, clear and lucid, revealing the complexities of various sword moves. Previously, he knew only how to use them, knowing what happened but not why it happened, but at this moment, each variation was as clear as day, without the slightest hesitation.
Charles suddenly let out a shrill cry, leaping up, his speed suddenly increased by a third, and his swordsmanship quickened by half.
In one breath, he executed sixteen strikes, the sword light converging like a hatchling dragon taking to the skies, forcefully breaking away from the mysterious knight and soaring into the heavens.
Angel's Twelfth Symphony, Fourth Movement: Wings of the Hatchling Dragon!
