Chapter 65: The weight of a dream

In a secret training field in Holy Dawn Academy.

Ayrin quietly faced a wooden pile a section higher than himself, thick enough two persons were needed to surround it with their arms.

Dense ropes circled round and round around this wooden pile, as if wrapping it in thick armor.

Ayrin looked at this giant wooden stake with the same expression he would have when looking at an enemy.

“Whoosh!”

His body broke through the air all of a sudden. His left hand pressed toward this wooden stake, the whole hand covered in astonishing numbers of arcane particles, as if a dazzling magenta sun had risen from his hand.

A white block of ice about the size of this wooden pile suddenly appeared between his left hand and this giant wooden pile. It crashed loudly against it, and all the thick ropes encircling it exploded out, chunks after chunks splattering away.

The entire wooden pile was pulled out from the ground, about to fly backwards.

Just at this moment however, a terrifying sound came from Ayrin, as if hundreds and thousands of ropes ruptured at the same time.

This sound was entirely produced by the tremendous vibrations of the air around him!

In this instant, his body gave off the terrifying feeling that every muscle inside his body, the power inside every minute molecule was about to burst out from extreme saturation, as if his entire person were about to exp...