Eryke stood up from the ground and tightened his fist, feeling the power surging through his body.
As a Second-stage Martial Artist, his body had been strengthened by his fortified Will.
Physically, he might appear the same.
However, his demeanor had changed entirely, it now carried a steadfastness.
He stepped out from beneath the waterfall, the splashes echoing through the space.
The ripples on the river were calming and soothing.
Eryke calmly reached the ground and looked around.
Behind him, a giant sword appeared, surrounded by a swirling arc of golden light.
"It's ironic that I've reached the Second-stage Martial Realm before Chun Ma," Eryke muttered with a bitter smile.
Honestly, it was amusing to him.
Chun Ma was the one who had given him the Will in the first place, yet he himself hadn't reached that stage yet.
