"Stop trying to test me."
Roger struck out with the Black Moon in his hand, retreating as he did so.
A trace of green fire flickered on the Sword Tip.
"That's the Flames of Pain!"
Jora froze in shock. Although the flame was faint, it contained Roger's own power.
Even if the cultivation method was the same, everyone perceived emotions differently, and this would affect both the strength and specific characteristics of the flame.
"How is this possible?" Jora repeated again.
"You actually managed to master it."
"How much time has even passed?" Jora, a rare genius herself, knew how extraordinary it was. In truth, being able to reach Fourth Tier Peak alone was something anyone could be proud of.
But thinking back carefully, she couldn't even remember how much time she had spent merely going from initial exploration to shaping the flames herself.
This type of flame was unique to her, with no possibility of prior study.
