Damion touched the window before him, and in one swift motion, he slashed at it with his Tang Dao, splitting it into two and letting the lower half fall.
The noise alerted the occupant of the room, but Damion wasn't fazed, that was his aim anyway.
He didn't wish to fight in the dark, acting like a mysterious vigilante. If he wanted to forge his own path, as the system put it, he would need to place himself in countless situations where he was forced to go all out and fight properly against his opponents, learning at the same time, rather than simply overwhelming them and relying on the environment to his advantage.
He needed to balance risking his life with learning, not using desperate moves or moving around like a psycho.
