He tried again, this time with a horizontal cut at waist height. Same principle… induce vacuum, control the collapse. The second strike produced a sharper bang, like a gunshot in the jungle. A thick slab of iron-bark flew off and slammed into a nearby bush.
Sol laughed quietly, the sound low and thrilled.
He spent the next hours completely lost in the training refining the technique and experimenting with more stuff.
Smaller swings for precision cuts. Faster transitions. Adjusting the vibration frequency of the Dreadwing Blade to tune the intensity of the pressure drop.
Each successful strike felt like bridging two worlds… his old knowledge and this new power… into something original.
He applied rotational kinetic energy to his footwork, using the Dreadwing's speed to generate massive angular momentum before snapping his hips into kicks that shattered boulders into dust.
