Chapter 1214 - Found (1) (1/2)

Dyon leaped to the side, narrowly dodging a four clawed attack.

The flat plain couldn't handle the strike, causing four separate valleys to form along the ground. Even Dyon couldn't help but be surprised at the power behind the attack, it was almost as though the claws of the white tiger carried some odd weapon will similar to the saber.

Four fissures separated the once green and lush ground, piercing into the earth more than hundred meters each as four streaks of white light continued into the distance.

With a wave of his hand, a seven-foot-long staff appeared with Dyon, whipping forward to slam into the white tiger's still extended paw.

Dyon's aura changed completely. His arrogant demeanor seemed to diminish as he became like a lone monk on tall mountain, seeking the truths of life. His stance was sturdy and fundamental, fusing with the essence of the staff seamlessly.

Esmeralda nodded silently as she watched her disciple. She knew that Dyon rarely got to fight enemies that were his equal. They were either so weak that the battle was meaningless, or so powerful that Dyon had to rely on his intelligence instead of his battle prowess to win. This trial was a good chance for him to grow.

A Pseudo-Celestial would have been a challenge, but not enough to push Dyon to his limits. It was better this way.

”[Isolated Peak: Solid].”

At first, the white tiger snorted at Dyon's attack, not sensing any strength behind it. But, the moment before the staff struck his paw, he suddenly felt as though he facing a sturdy mountain, impossible to climb.

Its expression turned serious, coating its paw with a bloody red mist just as Dyon's attack landed.

BOOM!

The white tiger was sent flying. If human expressions could come through clearly on its large face, it would definitely show shock. However, the widening of its ink black eyes was more than enough to convey the message.

At that moment, Dyon had sunk into his first phase selfless state. Without emotion, he stably stepped toward the white tiger.

Dyon's aura changed once more. He suddenly became wild and unrestrained with a slight mischievous aura as he swung his staff with increased flexibility.

”[Monkey Stance: Wild Abandon].”

Dyon's staff lost its predictability. He became like a wild animal who just so happened to pick of a stick fallen off a tree long dead.

The White Tiger was shocked by the change, causing him to be completely unable to react as four wild strikes landed on its large head.

A roar of rage erupted from the prideful tiger as it surged toward Dyon once more.

However, Dyon's aura changed again. He became a prideful man, a man with something to protect. It was as though nothing would ever surpass him… as though the things he protected with his strikes were more important than his life itself.

”[Iron Will: First Strike].”