Millions of tiny needles trembled in the wind, ringing like bells throughout the dome covering Adam and Ureyn.
The gray hail was one of the most difficult techniques that a member of the Gray Needle could learn, but Ureyn had long since mastered it and achieved perfection in it.
Each needle was under his complete control, and his dome was perfect.
Adam looked around, seeing not a single gap among the countless needles. They were all identical to each other, with sharp tips ready to pierce his flesh at Ureyn's command.
"Not bad, not bad at all."
Ureyn frowned, piercing Adam with his gaze.
"Not bad? Is that all you have to say? Neither you nor any other Phantom will ever attain such power! It takes decades of experience, knowledge, and wisdom from those who have gone through countless battles."
However, no matter how hard Ureyn tried to show Adam the superiority of the Gray Needle techniques, it did not impress Adam at all.
