"Proficiency +2"
"[Heavy Tide] lv2 (3/100) → [Heavy Tide] lv2 (5/100)"
"..."
"Proficiency +3"
"[Gravity Control] lv1 (40/100) → [Gravity Control] lv1 (43/100)"
"..."
"Proficiency +9"
"[Ember Echo] lv1 (92/100) → [Ember Echo] lv2 (1/100)"
"..."
The crimson flames, carrying an inexplicable air of desolation, gradually went out amid the ashes scattering in the wind. The molten glow of the flames also quietly faded as sparks ceased bursting through the air.
Xia Nan stood where he was, tightly gripping the [Emberfall] Straight Sword, which had regained its night-black hue, as he stared at the headless Monster corpse sprawled before him, thoroughly dead.
In the void of his vision, translucent text from the Attribute Panel flashed past in a torrent.
Though Xia Nan was somewhat surprised, he did not feel much delight.
He had expected this.
Having been transported to this world for so long, he had already worked out some fairly clear conclusions regarding the acquisition of "Combat Skill Proficiency."
Gaining Combat Skill Proficiency in actual combat was far more efficient than through daily training.
This was especially true in situations like before, where the enemy was powerful and the danger extreme. The intense pressure of death in battle could greatly accelerate proficiency with combat skills.
This was particularly so for skills like [Gravity Control] and [Ember Echo], whose proficiency was difficult to acquire through daily training.
Many times, a sudden flash of insight in the middle of battle could grant as much proficiency as dozens of days of hard work.
By comparison, combat skills like [Heavy Tide], which improved quickly through daily practice, seemed to have gained less.
Still, receiving two points of proficiency at once was enough to satisfy him.
Of all the information streaming before his eyes, what caught Xia Nan's attention most was naturally [Ember Echo],