Chapter 652 Crescent sh
Atticus left his thoughts and focused on what Cedric was exining.
"As I said earlier, you won''t receive any demonstrations, unfortunately, but thisst step should be the easiest part," Cedric said as he slowly approached the staggering number of azure shes in front of Atticus, using his walking stick for support.
Each sh still maintained its lethal shape, glowing brightly, with each thread serving as a conduit to supply them with mana.
"You''ve already created the shes; now you have to join them all together. Just imagine pulling each string together and making them converge at the tip of your de before unleashing it," Cedric instructed.
Atticus nodded. ''Sounds simple enough,'' he thought.
Though he said and felt that, it wasn''t simple in the least. As he tried tobine the shes, thebination ended up exploding in his face, causing him to die.
Reappearing and ignoring Cedric''sughter, Atticus pondered deeply about what had gone wrong.
Each sh had different properties— for example, their size, depth, and intensity were different. Atticus hadn''t even paid attention to their signature or how the surrounding mana affected them.
''This is probably the case,'' Atticus thought, believing that the difference in their properties was what caused the reaction.
To solve this problem, Atticus realized he had to ensure that each sh he unleashed was identical in every way.
This meant he had to release his hold over the current shes. After doing that, Atticus unleashed another set of shes, making sure this time that they all had the same properties.
However, Atticus failed a couple of times. Cedric hadn''t allowed him to do it without the rain of mana coated balls shooting at him, so he had to multitask while making sure not to get crushed.
Eventually, though, Atticus finally achieved it— a staggering number of uniform azure shes, all letting out the same aura, floated in front of him.
Afterward, a simtion suddenly appeared slightly ahead of him, and Atticus saw the same katana avatar from before.
A projectilerger and more powerful than the others suddenly shot at him, and in the next instant, the man unleashed a staggering amount of shes beforebining them into one mega sh that shot forward, severing the massive projectile into two.
Atticus didn''t need to be told twice. He walked to the middle of the room and waited. A loud chime resounded, followed by a massive projectile hurtling toward him.
Fortunately, Atticus didn''t need to unleash any shes, only tobine them. He raised his de, and with slight focus, the staggering amount of azure shes converged at the tip of his de, forming onerger crescent shaped sh.
Atticus unleashed it in the next instant, and it shot forward, cutting through the air before meeting the approaching projectile.
The collision between the two caused an intense shockwave to spread out, but in the next second, the crescent sh fizzled out, and the projectile continued uninterrupted, hitting Atticus with force.
Atticus''s eyes snapped open, and he immediately walked toward the middle of the room, ignoring Cedric. He was all too used to this at this point and knew exactly what had gone wrong.
He had been too focused on uniformity instead of infusing each sh with as much power and mana as he could.
Multiple projectiles shot toward Atticus at supersonic speed, and he moved like a blur, unleashing a staggering amount of azure shes.
Afterward, the rain of projectiles stopped, reced by one massive projectile hurtling toward him.
Atticus immediatelybined the shes, forming an azure crescent many timesrger in front of him before shing forward at blinding speed.
This time, the collision was much more intense, but the projectile eventually won, causing the massive sh to fizzle out.
Atticus''s eyes snapped open once more. The projectile had hit him again, and he had died.
Walking toward the center of the room, Atticus pondered everything deeply.
''I see. I''ve been focusing on simply increasing the power, but I neglected how I learned to sh earlier,'' he thought.
Atticus repeated the process, and arge azure crescent appeared in front of him. He focused on the approaching projectile and slightly altered the crescent''s trajectory.
It shot forward once again, but this time, the projectile ended up getting severed into two.
Cedric let out a small smile before his expression immediately turned grumpy as he approached Atticus.
"Congrattions, you''ve learned the third art. In less than two weeks, crazy," Cedric praised.
Atticus almost burst intoughter as he saw the strained expression on Cedric''s face.
"You don''t seem too happy, though," Atticus remarked.
Cedric cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Smiling is too draining on this old body of mine. I''m happy on the inside, that''s what matters, right?" Cedric replied.
Atticus chuckled. "Right, right."
Seeing that his lie wasn''t really working, Cedric decided to change the topic.
"So, will you battle the avatar now?" he asked. n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om
"Absolutely not," Atticus shook his head immediately. He would have to be foolish to think he could win against that monster in his current state.
''I didn''t even see him unleash the art,'' Atticus thought.
The man had been so fast that Atticus hadn''t been able to see him either draw his katana or unleash any attacks. Unlike himself, where it took him seconds to unleash the third art, the man was an absolute monster inparison.
"I want to practice some more before I fight him," Atticus said to Cedric, who nodded in understanding. He appreciated that Atticus wasn''t being reckless.
Afterward, Atticus moved to the middle of the hall and began training. He performed each of the processes of the third art, shing the massive projectile before repeating the same steps again and again.
This became Atticus''s routine as time passed. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.
Each time Atticus shed that huge projectile, he could feel his proficiency increasing significantly. He was able to shorten the time it took to unleash the art by at least a nanosecond each time.