Standing behind Alan, Old Gayle also noticed the change.
His pupils contracted slightly in shock as he stared at Alan in disbelief.
"This brat… I told him to practice mana Overpressure, and now he's over there fiddling with Element Fusion on his own?" he muttered.
Whoosh!
In the moment Old Gayle was distracted,
The flaming longsword in Alan's right hand had already devoured the tempestuous wind concentrated in his left.
In the blink of an eye, the two originally modest longswords had merged into a colossal flame greatsword—
so large it towered above Alan himself.
And yet, Alan held it aloft effortlessly, as if it weighed nothing.
After all, the Fire Element, at its core, was a form of energy,
not true matter.
No mass—no burden.
The flame greatsword radiated blinding brilliance and searing heat,
its brightness and intensity multiple times greater than when the two smaller swords had existed separately—
and this was without even infusing any Light Element!
