[Howl] [★★] [Type: Skill Ascension] [Usage Requirement: Leg movements meet the standard] [After use, the user's speed receives a moderate boost, while a sonic gale is whipped up to disrupt enemies. Draw one random card.] [Restriction: Must be running.] [Origin: Death Run]
This man was a body arts practitioner.
Swordsmanship cultivation had a certain threshold as well. First, one needed a sword; second, one had to enter a training camp event.
Therefore, many people who could not enter training camps practiced on their own.
Some endured constant beatings, condensing [Defense] as their core card.
Some ran without pause, condensing [Speed] as their core card.
Others constantly trained their strength, condensing [Strength] as their core card.
These were all physical ascensions.
Those who could achieve ascension through long-term hard training without relying on the special power guidance of training camp events were all talented.
They believed they were inferior to no one.
"My Speed card has already reached two stars through deck resonance."
"This time, as long as I become a Silver Breed and make use of a Silver Card, I might really be able to create a four-star core card." At that point, I won't lose to those leaders either.
At that moment, he had already arrived behind Naimus.
Another card brought by Howl appeared in his hand.
What he observed of Naimus made him pause slightly.
Naimus's condition seemed different from what he had seen through the phantom before.
But the arrow was already on the string; it had to be fired. Besides, different was different.
He was bound to win this round!
Howl's wind swept toward Naimus.
The wind carried dust and a wild howl, blocking Naimus's sight and hearing.
At the same time, dense prickling pain rose across his skin.
His physical senses were also