Ryan moved with terrifying fighting prowess that felt like it came from nowhere. His spear whirled and struck with terrifying precision, thrusts and sweeps flowing together without pause. His every movement looked natural, refined, and lethal.
It wasn't just the automatic mastery granted by a magical weapon—the kind of knowledge engraved into muscles and nerves through Ether after the wielder got those weapons.
This was different. Magical weapons from unknown realms could imprint techniques into a wielder's body, allowing even amateurs to fight like veterans. That was why such weapons were rare and priceless. But what Ryan showed them now went far beyond that artificial expertise.
It didn't look like borrowed knowledge. It looked like a real experience.
His footwork was grounded and efficient. His grip adjusted subtly with every attack. His timing was cruelly precise, exploiting every opening before Victor or Nadine could even recover their balance.
