Chapter 77: The Final Test

Shining silver blades shot across the wasteland, all heading toward a single target: a thin swatch of black, zooming left and right through the onslaught. He could sense the aura of each and every blade flying toward him, and instantly dodged past them with unconscious ease.

Averyl watched the black flash coming toward him and quickly stopped the stream of knives flying from his chest. He took a step back, redirecting his flow of psynergy from offense to defense, and awaited his nephew.

Vance closed in on Averyl, eyes calm and concentrated. His hair had grown long in the past month and now reached his shoulders, mimicking that of his uncle's. After his intense training over the past few months, toned muscle kept Vance standing taller than ever. Diving forward, he let a blazing punch explode from his right. Averyl held out his left palm and calmly blocked it, locking eyes with his opponent. The force of Vance's blow did not weaken, and soon Averyl slid backwards at a rapid rate.