In the world of martial artists, when a student began their training, they were made to work on a technique of their choice.
Inventing their own unique skill was a pivotal part of the training as it showed their level of understanding in the concept.
In Alaric's time, he had created Thunder Clad Ash, but as for Stark, it was something different…
Stark coughed up blood, hot pain coursing through his back from the impact, and yet he stood up and stared ahead of him.
Like expected, Alaric was already cooking up his next attack, a move Stark had seen once in the past three months.
Fury of a Thousand Kings.
It could not be blocked, and slicing it was useless, especially at his level.
Stark had to dodge it, but even that was a terrible task as the move had a homing feature, it would follow you to hell if it had to.
There was only one answer.
