SWOOOOSH!
Winder One dashed forward again, putting more force into his swing, thinking that was what Reign had pointed out.
He held his sword further away from his body to build more momentum as he swung it horizontally.
But, this made his attack path longer and more predictable.
"Not like this," Reign shook his head and put more weight into his counter attack.
CLANG!
The force behind Reign's attack caught Winder One off guard .
Despite his control over the wind, he was unable to evade the force of the blow, and was sent flying backward, crashing into the ground with a thud.
He skidded several feet before finally coming to a stop.
"You're lacking patience, Winder One," he remarked calmly.
"You're quick and skilled with your wind control, but you rush your attacks. You need to wait for the right moment, not force it, especially if you are facing a faster opponent,."
Winder One nodded, absorbing the advice with a nod of understanding. "Thank you, My King. I need to be more patient, wait for openings instead of creating them forcefully."
"Exactly,"
"Next,"
He wasted no time and began sparring with everyone, teaching them individually what they were lacking.
Reign focused on refining their techniques, enhancing their strategies, and instilling patience and adaptability in their approaches.
Despite his strength, he always approached his fights with logic.
He never engaged without thinking multiple plans ahead, a strategy that had kept him alive for so long.
He aimed to teach his summons this principle so they would become more valuable in future battles.
Because at their level and ability, they were basically just distractions against peak Demon Lord level opponents.
It wasn't that they were too weak; Peak Demon Lords were simply too strong. Without using techniques and strategy, they wouldn't stand a chance in contending with them at all.
With that, the training continued, each hunter summon striving to improve under his guidance, while Shackler worked diligently to find her place in their combat strategies.
Because her ability was unique compared to the others, she approached combat in her own way. However, due to her lower rank, her ability to learn and adapt was limited.
Her chains and restriction ability, while useful in certain situations, lacked the versatility and quick movements seen in the hunters.
Reign observed her during their training sessions, noting her struggles to keep up with the fast movements of her peers.
While she could effectively restrain weaker opponents and create strategic advantages with her ability, she often found herself outmatched in dynamic and fast-paced combat scenarios.
Taking a deep paused, he aimed again at the bone mountain.
ZZZZZZZZ!
The round shot out with precision, flying toward its target with controlled speed.
It struck the bone mountain dead center, and this time, there was a brief pause—a moment of suspense that seemed to stretch endlessly.
Then, with a satisfying roar, the round detonated exactly as intended.
BOOOOOOM!
The bone mountain erupted in a powerful explosion, sending bone shards flying in all directions. The lightning explosion did not stop there; a bunch of chain lightning bolts started to disintegrate even the bones that were sent flying.
With this level of destruction, even a Peak Demon Lord would cry out as their body completely turned into a fireworks display.
If Lilith were here right now, witnessing this, she would scold herself for ever comparing Quill's lightning to Reign's.
What flash?
What technique?
What speed?
Every feat Quill accomplished could be effortlessly matched, and surpassed, by Reign.
If there was a master of lightning in Green Valley City, it wasn't a skirt-chaser but rather a calculated, man eating monster whose sole purpose in life was to refine his skills to kill more people.
Reign grinned , his persistence and hard work finally paying off.
He had successfully mastered the creation of explosive rounds for his railgun, achieving the desired effect through careful experimentation and adjustment.
'Got it,' he muttered, nodding in satisfaction.
'I wonder what would happen if I enlarged the round by 200 times and just dropped it in the middle of the city?' he wondered .
'Oh right, she told me not to destroy this place yet,'
It was meant as a joke, but anyone overhearing would likely sweat blood after discovering how brutal his line of thoughts were.
'Now let's tinker a bit with my other original skills,' he thought to himself as he summoned his Skull Grinder.
He began tweaking the melee weapon, sharpening the cutting teeth and increasing its rotational speed.
The faster it rotated, the more damage it could inflict, so he added new gears to facilitate smoother operation.
With the modifications complete, he tested the Skull Grinder's enhanced capabilities.
He swung it through the air, observing how effortlessly it sliced through solid objects compared to before.
"Now we're talking," he was satisfied with the result.