"You've done it. You've mastered the [Cyclone Stance]. I never thought I'd say this, but you're on par with me now—at least when it comes to the [Tempest Fang]. But don't think this is the end."
I wiped the sweat from my brow, my chest heaving as I tried to steady my breathing. The sting of fatigue was present, but there was also a sense of accomplishment coursing through me. Dakota's words rang in my ears—words I'd been striving to hear for weeks now.
But I knew better than to let my guard down, even after such praise.
"I know this isn't the end," I said. "This is just the beginning. There's still so much more to learn, to master."
After all, while I had mastered the [Tempest Fang], it was most likely the beginning stages of an art. Or at least, the art was not of a higher grade.
That was to be expected. After all, if not, it would not be easy to master such an art in just three weeks.
"You brat…..Don't be serious all the time."
