(7 days later, Leo's POV)
In just seven days, Leo pushed [Enhance] to (Advanced) mastery, weaving it so seamlessly into his movements that it felt like an extension of his own body.
*Block*
*Block*
[Enhance] — Counter
*BOOOOM*
The shockwave rattled the platform as the Fourth Elder's body slammed into the far wall, stone cracking beneath the impact.
A wet, metallic cough escaped the old man's lips as he spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
*Cough*
*Cough*
"Fourth Elder, are you alright?" Leo asked, his tone more curious than concerned, as he watched the old man stagger upright.
"I'm fine… I'm fine," the Elder rasped, wiping his mouth as his eyes locked on Leo with a strange mixture of fear and disbelief. "I think… you've more than got the hang of my technique now—"
Leo gave a small nod of satisfaction. A week of relentless training had brought him results that most warriors could only dream of, and with this, he had mastered the third forbidden skill of the Cult.
