Infinite Paths: The Raging Phoenix

Chapter 374: Secret technique

Blood gushed from Jori's wounded elbow, staining his clothes and forming a scarlet trail down his arm. He clenched his teeth, a visible sign of his growing frustration. Despite his relentless efforts, he couldn't deny the fact that his speed was falling.

Exasperation consumed his thoughts, a constant reminder of his own limitations. The bite on his lip, now a symbol of his irritation, reflected his inner turmoil as he grappled with feelings of incompetence.

Despite the mounting frustration and the sharp pain throbbing in his wounded elbow, Jori realized he needed to regain control of his emotions. Letting anger dictate his actions wouldn't lead to victory. He also understood that his personal pride had to take a backseat to the larger objective, he wanted to win by himself, but Jori decided to listen to what Rain said...

Taking a deep breath, Jori focused on centering himself. His opponent, misinterpreting this momentary calm as weakness, charged forward recklessly. Little did he know, Jori had tapped into his inner energy. When their weapons clashed again, something extraordinary occurred. The arena quaked, and a brilliant surge of blue energy erupted from Jori's blade.

In the blink of an eye, the werewolf was sent hurtling across the arena, crashing into the wall with a thunderous impact that resonated throughout the entire stadium. This stunning turn of events not only showcased Jori's regained composure but also revealed his newfound strength.

The werewolf grunted in pain, but he soon got up after falling... the attack hadn't been perfect. The werewolf saw Jori's body emitting a blue glow for a moment but soon dissipated.

"That was..." Reca said, visibly surprised.

Despite the difficulties, there were no demerits in using the new technique.

Jori took another deep breath and then moved his sword to the side again and waited for the opponent. That was the best thing he could do in order to win... the adversary wasn't stupid and began to move to his left side in order to make Jori have a hard time connecting the next attack.

The werewolf kept moving around him, but he eventually grew tired of waiting while looking Jori in the eye. He could feel his focus and determination, and that made the opponent Angry. While growling in anger and exasperation, the werewolf feels like he is running away from an opponent that wasn't even that formidable and only had a lucky strike.

In the next moment, the werewolf put his arms on the ground and stopped moving... if the opponent wanted to focus on a single good hit, then he could do the same and completely overpower him. He couldn't let those humans keep defeating them like that... it would be the ultimate humiliation if their king had to fight one of those guys.

After tensing his body to the limits, the werewolf prepares to attack, and Jori gulps a bit. He wanted to envision what he did before a few more times in his head, but there was no time for that... he cleared his mind and then let his instincts take over.

After letting the muscles in his legs and arms explode with power, the werewolf jumped toward Jori like a blur... he was so fast that no one saw him. Even Jori... Still, he swung his sword out of instinct alone.

Jori's body emitted a faint, ethereal blue glow, surrounding him with a thin layer of energy. It was a moment of intense concentration and power gathering. As his sword clashed with the opponent's deadly claws, the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the arena. The ground beneath Jori's feet yielded, sinking slightly from the sheer force of the collision.

Despite that, he barely even felt the pressure of the strike...