For a moment, Ethan fell silent, lost in thought.
To abandon everything he had learned in the Darkwall Family...
Honestly, that thought had already crossed his mind.
He had already mastered the fourth form of the Golden Dragon Emperor's fencing and was beginning to advance into the fifth.
Those forms were made for high-level experts, especially those at the fourth stage and above, though the fourth form was still extremely effective at the third stage.
Despite that, he had never truly abandoned what he had learned at Darkwall over more than ten years.
He'd adapted a thing or two, but the lessons of his old teachers remained, ingrained in his every movement.
Now that he stopped to think about it, none of them even had the potential to go beyond the third stage.
They were great warriors, specialists who'd seen many wars, but they'd never reached the level of true elites.
