Genius of the Spell School

The Sword Qi at Fike's fingertips spread out, freely roaming the stage.

Although his display had already seemed extremely lethal to others, in reality, his current exertion was not even 10% of his full strength.

"Hey, kid, I'll start to get serious now. I was just afraid of hurting you just now!"

Blue said stubbornly.

A thick ring of smoke suddenly diffused throughout the battleground, hiding Blue.

"Another trick? It looks like you only know cheap tricks."

Fike quickly pinned down Blue's location by sensing the currents in the air.

In the time that he spent training by the Fairy Lake, Fike had learned to speak to the winds.

As such, he could perceive the enemy's position simply by sensing the displacements in the airflow.

As long as his opponent moved, or even twitched just a little, he would sense it. The Sword Qi at his fingertips would then make short work of the enemy.

However, this was just a sparring match.