"I've trained martial arts since the start of my journey, and my main fighting style focused on the sword," Fein replied.

When he heard what Fein say, Roger's jaw dropped, and his mouth widened in surprise. "What!? So you're not using your full strength at the start?" He exclaimed.

'Damn, it seems there's more to this guy than what I see on the surface.' Roger's expression turned solemn.

"If I used it at the start, your arms won't just suffer injury. You may even need a commission healer." Although he didn't want to sound arrogant, he's just stating facts.

"Tsk..." Roger's mouth twitched. "It seems I've been underestimated." Flames started to wrap around his entire body as his hair took the shape and color of a cloud. "I advise you to use your sword now while you have the chance to..." Roger smirked.

*Ding!*

[Cloud Flame Transformation- This ability grants the user an ability to evolve into a higher state. The user could access the cloud flame. This flame could purify the evil of the world and burn things at the level of concepts. It has a bouncing effect.]

Fein scanned Roger's transformation carefully. Roger's hair, pupils, and clothes turned pale white. A white flame with the shape of a cloud wrapped his feet and his arms

'Fuck! He looks like a paper!' Fein stared at Roger's unrealistic appearance with wide eyes. "That's your trump card?" He raised his eyebrows at Roger.

Roger coughed, as he also felt ashamed at his childish weird appearance. "Although it might not look good, this transformation gives me tremendous power." He stared at the cloud of flame in his hand. "Get ready for your defeat!" He looked at Fein as his rock-bottom confidence started to return to normal.

His confidence since they began their sparring had plummeted. Because Fein could outclass him at any aspect that he doesn't have a face to show anymore. Now, he could finally bring his dignity back as a senior!

Fein felt amused as he heard the standard line of losers. "Hey, that fire might not even tickle me." he chuckled.

Roger became speechless when he heard the other party's teasing. He had to admit that cloud flame is weird even for him. Because it doesn't exude a burning feeling. It literally looks harmless, but he knew more than anyone that the flame in his hands had a terrible power. He doesn't use this power easily because, at the exchange of lethality, it also drains his degu capacity.

Although Fein said casually, he knew from the information the system gave him how terrifying the transformation gave Roger.

'Cloud Flame? That's a new one. It could purify evil and burn things at the level of concepts? Motherfucker! That sounds scary!' Although Fein looks unconcerned on the outside. He already raised his vigilance to seventy percent! That he even decided to toggle 'on' his berserk grieves again.

*Ding!*

System: Berserk's Grieve is activated! Every one minute of the battle, the user's overall strength, agility, and endurance would receive a ten percent boost!

With the boost activated, Fein felt more confident. Roger stretched his whole body. "Be careful!" he says before he charged.

'Who would remind their enemy before they charge?' Fein complained inwardly, 'I'm not in a fictional world, right?'

The cloud flames on his feet and arms spiked downward, which bounced Roger in Fein's direction.

BOOM!historical

Fein look startled when Roger's fist had already appeared on his face. Even with his 'Chess Perception' that lets him react instinctively failed, he could perceive the attack, but he can't follow. 'So that's the bouncing effect the system mentioned?' This was his last thought before he was sent him flying after Roger's fist landed on his face.

He felt that the skull on his head shook at the powerful momentum that Roger's attack contained. The bouncing effect of the cloud flame significantly increases the force of Roger's fist.

*Thud!*

Fein collided with the hard sand on the ground and bounced at least three times before he stopped. He stood up on the ground; he felt something in his mouth, and when he licked it, felt the taste of iron.

'Blood.' He stretched his hand and wiped it. He moved the stiff muscles on his cheek where the punch landed. 'Fuck it stings! That bastard finally did it.'

Roger walked closer to Fein and smiled smugly. "How about it? Do you want to concede? Just say it, no need to be shy." he raised his flaming fist and showed it to Fein, "I didn't even use the power of cloud flames or else your face would have been ruined by now."

'It seems I need to teach this bastard a lesson.' A black line appeared on his face because Roger had successfully irked him just now. "Less talk, more rock!" Fein manipulated his two hands to form a whip while all his fingers sharpened. He barraged his whip-like hands at an exaggerated speed. His hands seem like flexible snakes as they bend like rubber.

Roger condensed the cloud flames on his two arms and converged on them. The two opposing forces conflicted, which produced a bouncing force that rushed towards Fein's whip-like barrage.

The enormous force made a contact with Fein's attack. Fein didn't expect his most lethal martial arts to become useless as he felt the broken bones in his hand. 'Damn, this bouncing power is too cheating!' He could use his flashing dash to get away from the attack.

BANG!

The attack landed on the ground, creating a cavity in the sand, and the dust scattered that covered the area.

Fein looked at his hands, the finger twisted in all directions, and his index finger even looks like charcoal. The prickling pain assaulted his sense, if not for his pain resistance he would have collapsed just with this. He manipulated his fingers and corrected them.

*Tick* *Tick* *Tick*

Roger just appeared near Fein when he heard the popping sounds of bones popping. He looked at Fein's current state and muttered, "Fuck! that looks painful!"

Of course although it looks painful, but for Fein who had perfect body control, this thing is nothing!