Essences

Ning stood frozen where he was, looking in front of him where there was a large gouge on the land before him, a large cloud of dude and Saburn who had flowed far away.

Saburn balanced himself with a Wind technique and looked back in shock. Had that… been wind? Since when could the young man create such a large gust of wind, enough to throw back someone in the True Essence Soul realm?

Ning was still very surprised, perhaps a bit too much even. He had just created a gust of wind, and it had not been from any technique but from the sword.

He couldn't help but remember the words written on the piece of paper that the headmaster had handed over to him before he went to the match against that girl. It had said something that he hadn't believed at the time and had thought that he was being pranked.