"Ice Blade Skill!"
At Zhao Lin's thought, a crystalline, translucent ice blade materialized out of thin air three feet in front of him.
The entire process, from the gathering of Ice Spiritual Qi to the blade's formation, took only the blink of an eye.
At the Major Achievement level, an offensive Magic could be cast within an eighth of a breath. At the Perfection level, that time was halved again to a mere sixteenth of a breath!
It might not seem like a huge improvement, but in a lightning-fast duel, it was enough to decide the flow of battle.
The ice blade hovered in the air. When Zhao Lin reached out to touch it, an icy chill spread from his fingertip.
If he closed his eyes, it felt no different from cold iron.
"Go!"
With a soft cry from Zhao Lin, the ice blade shot forth, zipping back and forth above the courtyard and leaving streaks of silver light in its wake.
