With a blast, smoke billowed upward.
The sharp smell of burning brushed against my nose,
and the heavy smoke clouded my vision.
Wooongâ!
I circulated energy through my eyes to restore my sight.
The ground ahead became visible.
Whooshâ!
Gathering flames, I formed a sphere of fire, Flame Jade,
and hurled it at the ground once more.
KWAANGâ!!!
Another deafening explosion followed, and debris swirled around.
I repeated this action again and again.
I could feel my inner energy depleting rapidly.
After all, Flame Jade was a technique that consumed a significant amount of energy.
The drain on my energy was painfully evident.
Even soâ
I didnât stop.
Bang! Boom! Bang!
I targeted the visible ground, breaking and shattering it repeatedly.
Without caring about the exhaustion, I kept throwing Flame Jades.
Watching the flying fragments, I reflected:
âThere was a time when even using this once was overwhelming.â
I remembered when using it once left me bedridden for days.
It was around the time I first entered the Divine Dragon Hall.
Back then, I had barely reached the Hwagyeong level,
and forcing myself to use a skill beyond my capability had caused countless problems.
Even now, using techniques beyond my level hadnât changed, butâ
âIâve improved.â
At least, I no longer became half-dead after a single use.
Of courseâ
âThat doesnât mean I can just spam it like this.â
Objectively speaking, I could use it roughly ten times, give or take a few.
Thatâs if I compressed and rotated the energy with extreme precision
and utilized it efficiently.
Using it recklessly, as I was now, would drastically reduce that number.
But I didnât have time to look for a proper method,
nor was this the moment to conserve energy.
KUAHHHâ!!
I wrapped my fist in flames and used Flame Jade repeatedly.
By the time I had thrown it five timesâ
Thudâ!
A strange sensation halted my actions.