Augas was delighted to discover that as Misra's Spear of Light re-formed, she seemed to have undergone a complete rebirth.
At the very least, she was no longer like that foolish woman from before, whose attacks had been so direct that she seemed to have gone mad from killing Karmic Demons and had even mistaken Augas for one.
The previous Misra had always attacked head-on, filled with untamed savagery. Like a beast driven by hatred, she knew only how to charge into the enemy formation blindly.
Back then, even in Augas's eyes, she had merely been one of the more outstanding SOLDIERs.
Now, Misra's movements were fluid and precise. They possessed the overwhelming force of Thunderbolt while retaining meticulous control.
She had learned to use the traits of the Spear of Light, weaving every attack into an intricate web of battle. She could dissolve her enemy's offense and counterattack in the same motion. Even an old veteran like Augas felt inferior before such techniques of parrying and striking in tandem.
She seemed to have grown from a SOLDIER who relied purely on brute strength into a master deeply versed in the art of battle.
This could no longer be described as rapid progress. Had she fucking become a completely different person?
"Truly unbelievable..."
Augas muttered, his assessment of Misra silently rising to unprecedented heights.
Even compared to Asura, the most exceptional disciple under his command, her rate of growth was especially astonishing.
Although Asura was exceptionally gifted, he was clearly still far behind Misra in Battle Wisdom and adaptability.
Every improvement Misra made seemed to shatter some fixed boundary, forcing others to reevaluate the limits humanity could reach.
Though this woman was merely human, she had surpassed ninety-nine percent of the Gods Augas knew!
"Misra's talent is quite impressive."
Chang