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Fell plunged into the sea of martial artists in front of him. Outside of the tutorial room, Tahlya was patiently waiting for Fell to finish. At first, she thought he would be like everyone else; Beating the first wave was beyond easy, and the real difficulty would only show at the third wave.

As Fell was clearing the wave at a breakneck pace, she thought that he was currently still in the fifth wave. She smiled brightly as she was satisfied by the fact that she found a talented newbie. "I should go speak with the manager, although not rare. There were only one or two individuals in such a situation every month."

Tahlya went towards the direction of the elevator. She lightly trotted forward while softly whistling; every time she met someone on her road, she would politely nod while slightly bowing before continuing her way. She was always well known through Battle Center, but she was untouchable by all.

A mysterious veil was plastered around her and her heart appeared to be surrounded by a thick wall; whoever courted her would just get a polite refusal or even the cold shoulder in some cases. As for those who tried to play with their might and force themselves on her, they disappeared overnight and became mysteries that garnished her untouchable aura.

She was well known in the battle center due to her beauty. A few of the higher-ups kept an eye on her as they knew of her special condition. However, what was even less known about her was that she had a special relationship with one of New Casablanca's top players.

Battle Center was a major program made by one of the corporate firms from Heaven Ascension Court. Their main goal was to spread the passion of martial art; Battle Center's first goal besides being a game was to train cultivators. The top players would be personally spotted by the corporate management and would be nurtured in top-grade facilities.

Although this was still not very well known by the players, those who knew tried their very best to succeed in the game; it represented a very special opportunity for them. Thus the higher the tier, the bigger the difference between the players making Battle Center one of the most popular and competitive games. Battle Center represented the opportunity for all to begin their path of cultivation.

Tahlya was aware of this fact. She also did whatever she could to create and keep a good relationship with everyone in case one of them was a hidden late bloomer. Working here was an opportunity she acquired using her family's connections. Not making the most out of it wouldn't be intelligent.

She contacted her manager and told him about Fell. The manager was pleasantly surprised that a new talent was found in the Battle Center he managed. She sent him the tutorial room number to gather his data and made her way back to Fell.

During this time, Fell was focused, body and mind, on the humongous mob of martial artists. Every time he made a move with his limbs, a bronze-colored figure would be sent flying away. He swam inside the sea of martial artists like a fish in the sea. As he embraced the fight, he began swapping his hand form. Sometimes it would be a knife, another time he would hit with his palm.

His fingers turned into nails that pierced deep into his enemies' flesh, and his fist was having an explosive, destructive, might to it. The bronze-colored martial artists were far from posing a threat to Fell, he had not even used a single sword strike ever since the tutorial began.

His real strength as a cultivator wasn't his incredible body or his powerful energy. It was his sword-like will and his affinity with sword techniques. He wasn't particularly talented in it, but the effort and passion he put in it made him attain small success in his practice.

This could be even seen with his hand-to-hand combat which was slowly transforming. The number of martial artists around him lessened and his movements were acquiring a familiar quality: Sharpness.

His fist pierced and his palm cut. His leg chopped with the might of an axe while his elbow cut through his opponent like butter. His Massin Martial Art was evolving again as it ascended to higher realms. At the same time inside the tutorial room, his muscles squirmed slightly as they went through subtle changes.