A Casual Wave Severed a Mountain!

It was bad enough that the Winds of Watoomb had acted like an actor last time!

Was even Vishanti's Holy Sword going to act like an actor this time too?

Ren sighed. With really no other choice, he could only cater to the tempers of these big shots.

He pushed open his bedroom door and headed straight for the training ground.

If he wanted to show off to meet a skill's requirements, he always had to find somewhere with people around.

Actually, he just wanted to find an open area to test the power of his magic. As for showing off?

Ren stated that he had always been very low-key and simply didn't know what showing off meant.

He arrived at the training ground.

Mordo was wearing a stern face, meticulously teaching Strange to practice spells.

Having experienced a succession of brutal combat beatings, Strange's progress was visible to the naked eye.

His spellcasting movements were clean and crisp, already faintly taking on the bearing of a true battle sorcerer.

At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he could stand on his own.

Seeing Ren walk over, Mordo stopped what he was doing.

"Ren? You aren't resting in your room, what are you doing running over here?" Mordo asked with some surprise.

Ever since he got the Power Stone, Ren had holed up in his room every day without stepping outside.

Ren stepped forward, a trademark shy smile on his face.

"Master Mordo, I recently figured out a new spell and wanted to ask for your help to guide me a bit."

Hearing this, the hairs on the back of Mordo's neck snapped straight up.

"A new spell? Is it the kind used for fighting?"

"Sort of." Ren nodded.

Mordo shook his head like a rattle-drum and stepped back