Lightning Laceration And Quantum Rift Blade
In the looming presence of a towering figure cloaked in a flowing white robe, a frigid aura enveloped the surroundings as Azmond faced off against a wide assortment of mountains.
His immortal-like stature held an unsettling air, and after a moment of silent contemplation, he broke the stillness with his raspy voice echoing through the landscape.
"Don't divert your gaze for even a moment; don't get distracted,"
"Don't even blink," Azmond's indifferent tone carried an even colder edge.
The very elements of lightning crackled violently within the composition of his sword as he seamlessly transitioned into a meticulously envisioned stance, drawn from the
pages of a cultured book in his previous life.
"For if you do…"
"You won't even know how you died." Azmond declared before channeling every ounce of strength into a single, swift sword strike.
The qi-infused lightning blade cleaved through the air, creating a resounding whoosh as it surged toward the distant mountain range.
The initial lightning arc, measuring a mere 5 meters, expanded exponentially with each passing millisecond.
It expanded to 10 meters… 20 meters… 50 meters… 100 meters… 500 meters… 1000 meters… 3000 meters, and beyond, the shockingly potent attack grew to an awe-inspiring scale, surpassing even the towering skyscrapers of Earth in its breadth.
Azmond, too, found himself astonished by the colossal energy mass, coining the skill |Lightning Laceration| a technique he speculated to be of Peak-Mortal Rank.
'Heh, I am so good at naming skills.' Azmond thought to himself with a hint of conceit.
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As the electrifying arc continued its trajectory…
The colossal lightning arc, now wide enough to rival the grandeur of mountains, descended upon the unsuspecting peaks with unrestrained force.
The deafening clash of thunder echoed through the landscape as the Lightning Laceration Skill ripped through the very fabric of reality, leaving destruction in its wake.
Azmond's eyes glowed with a fierce intensity as he witnessed the devastating impact unfold.
The mountains, once standing proudly against the horizon, were now engulfed in a maelstrom of electrified energy.
The Lightning Laceration left behind a chaotic scene where rocks shattered and the very essence of the landscape trembled under the overwhelming power.
The shockwaves reverberated through the air, causing a domino effect that sent ripples of destruction cascading through the vast mountain ranges.
Entire peaks crumbled, their once mighty forms reduced to rubble.
The air crackled with residual energy, and the sky itself seemed to shudder in response to Azmond's unleashed might.
As the aftermath of his Lightning Laceration unfolded, Azmond remained stoic, his expression revealing neither satisfaction nor remorse. Instead, his focus shifted to the Quantum Gate Technique—the ominous skill that held
The power to distort space itself.
A skill that would allow Azmond to fight many Great Realms above his own once he gains better control over it.
With a deliberate calmness, Azmond assumed a stance that mirrored the serenity of a seasoned warrior.
Azmond loved to pretend…
His eyes, now infused with the enigmatic glow of the Quantum Gate, bore into the very fabric of space.
Azmond wanted to try something new. He wanted to try incorporating his Quantum Gate skill into a sword technique.
He wanted to create something superior…
As Azmond raised his sword, a dark energy began to swirl around its edges, creating an otherworldly aura that seemed to defy the laws of nature.
|QUANTUM RIFT BLADE| Azmond's voice of indifference sounded out, as the very atmosphere around him began to freeze over.
In a moment of profound concentration, Azmond plunged his sword into the air, tearing through the fabric of space itself.
A swirling vortex, akin to a black hole, materialized before him. The Quantum Gate unfolded with an eerie elegance, drawing in everything within its gravitational grasp.
The destruction left by the Lightning Laceration served as a mere prelude to the impending chaos wrought by the Quantum Rift Blade.
The very landscape seemed to warp and distort as the black hole-like phenomenon expanded and shot forward with speeds surpassing anything Azmond has ever witnessed, devouring everything in its path.
Rocks, debris, and the remnants of the shattered mountains were inexorably drawn into the void.
Azmond, standing at the epicenter of this cosmic spectacle, maintained his unwavering composure. The Quantum Gate's dark energies danced around him, creating an ethereal tableau of destruction and creation.
As the vortex reached its zenith, Azmond's eyes gleamed with an inscrutable intensity—a fusion of 'ancient' wisdom and newfound power.
Azmond wouldn't deny another opportunity to posture…
He was really starting to revel in the feeling of pretending to be a supreme sword immortal.
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In the aftermath of the devastating display of power, Azmond stood amidst the swirling remnants of destruction and creation.
The echoes of the Quantum Rift Blade's havoc lingered in the air, but Azmond's mind was already set on pushing his limits further. The enigmatic glow of the Quantum Gate lingered in his eyes as he prepared for the next phase of his training.
Determined to refine his mastery of the Lightning Laceration first, Azmond raised his sword once again.
The ethereal blade crackled with electric energy as he unleashed another lightning arc.
This time, however, the arc appeared more controlled, with each swing deliberate and precise.
Azmond sought to understand the nuances of the technique and harness its power with even greater finesse.
The Lightning Laceration cut through the air with a mesmerizing grace, the arc widening and contracting in response to Azmond's evolving control.
The mountains, already annihilated by the previous onslaught, now faced a more calculated barrage.
Azmond observed with intense focus, analyzing the feedback from each strike and honing his connection to the elemental forces at play.