A few days passed with Lior at the Hall of Talents, and during that time, he relentlessly practiced in preparation for the entrance exam. The sounds of swords clashing echoed through the spacious arena as Lior swept his short iron blade across the floor, his intent sharp and unwavering upon the small beast before him.
With the days gone, his body and will had grown tougher. He had already faced and overcome the Ironclad Beast multiple times, and now he stood battling against a rank 2 feral beast. His progress was evident—not only had his movements sharpened, but his cultivation had also risen. He had already reached the third tier of Mana Initiate. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples as he panted heavily, his breath ragged yet steady with determination. In his palm, fireballs flared to life—a tricky skill he had painstakingly learned over the past three days.
