His eyes remained shut. Fan still raised, coat barely shifting despite the overwhelming pressure I was forcing into the air.
Part of was irritated. Another part was wary—he was too calm.
’Shadow Haze.’
My speed shattered the air in an instant. He reacted, flicking his fan to summon a wall of wind—just like last ti.
"That won’t work anymore!" I roared.
The tip of my spear pierce through it effortlessly, tearing the wind part as if his defense had never existed. Sparks of displaced air fizzled harmlessly, and the space between us collapsed in a heartbeat.
Suddenly, I was inside his range—my weapon hovering just milliters from his neck.
"Your head’s mine!" I snapped my spear straight forward.
Before my spear could reach him, his fan flared white, thickening the air around . My strike faltered just enough for him to spring back ten steps, the wind carried him with ease.
A bead of sweat slid down his forehead as he tried to recomposed himself.
How was that possible? I was sure he didn’t have ti to react to my attack. Hell—not even I could have reacted that fast, and my senses were second to none because of my cultivation.
On top of that, I realized his body wasn’t particularly strong. His reaction ti should have been far slower than mine—especially since I specialized in dynamic, hyper-speed attacks.
"Could it be... your weapon is sentient?" I muttered, just saying what was on my mind.
Unexpectedly, the crease in his eyebrow answered the question for him.
"Oh, can’t believe I hit the mark," I chuckled, keeping my cool despite this surprising revelation.
There were a lot of rumors about celestial weapons, but in the end, they were just that—rumors. So it wasn’t surprising if one of them had a feature like that.
"Who are you, and who do you answer to?" he asked, the first hint of seriousness in his tone acknowledging I was a real threat.
"Why tell you anything?" I sneered. "You attacked my people, tried to rob , and now you’re asking for introductions? What—getting cold feet now?"
He raised the fan to his face, covering everything below the bridge of his nose
"Don’t get too arrogant just because you caught off guard," he shot back. "I was only asking because I wanted to know if soone would be upset if I kill you."
"I wouldn’t stress about that," I said, rolling my shoulders as the spear humd in my grip. "Because you’re the one dying today."
"Let’s see about that." His eyes snapped open—revealing an irisless void, a pure black pit that didn’t shine or reflect, just swallowed whatever light dared to touch it.
thud!
My knee hit the ground before I even realized I was falling.
Confused, I blinked hard, trying composed myself. He was still standing exactly where he’d been, but his outline wavered, like soone had sared his entire shape across the air.
Every ti I moved even slightly, it felt like I was on a ship tossed in the middle of a storm—my stomach twisted, my head spun, and I felt like vomiting my prior al.
"Fuck!"
My fingers dug into the cracked stone, desperate for sothing solid, but even the ground felt like it was tilting under , sliding sideways when I knew damn well it wasn’t.
Before I could even get my bearings, I felt concentrated wind gathering in front of —sharp, focused, like an arrow aid at my face. I thrust my own spear forward to intercept it.
But the hit ca from my side.
The hit slamd sideways, folding like a ragdoll and hurling across the room. I smashed into the wall, the impact rattling my bones and ripping the air from my lungs.
I staggered to my feet, dazed. The wind had co from the front—or at least, that’s what I thought. So how the hell did I get blindsided?
Even if he shifted the attack’s direction in the last second, I should have reacted in ti.
On top of that, my body should have withstood it—shadow armor and all. Yet sohow, I’d been hurled like a ragdoll.
The wind howled again. This ti I centered myself, absolutely certain—it was coming straight at .
BOOOM!
The wind hit from behind, hurling across the room once more. Without my shadow armor and my body’s durability, two strikes like that would’ve ended for good.
"Regretting it now?" Even though he was in front of , his voice reverberated from every direction.
"Moon Cycle—Extending Strike!" I hurled my spear toward where I thought he stood.
The spear tore through the air, missing by inches, passing cleanly through empty space.
"Shit... how is this even possible?" I muttered.
His voice echoed again, bouncing around .
"Don’t be surprised. This is my real ability. What you’ve experienced so far was just the power of my celestial weapon."
I’d half-expected as much, but hearing it from his mouth made my blood boil.
"Do you even know why you’re getting crushed right now?" His tone oozed condescension, each word ant to mocked .
I didn’t want to talk to him—not even a little—but if running my mouth bought a second to figure this ss out, so be it. Let him brag. I’d make him regret every word later.
"Do tell," I said, bitterness dripping from every word.
"Oh, so you don’t know?" He let out a slow, exaggerated sigh. "It’s really quite obvious. You’ve got explosive power—but that’s aningless. A weapon like mine can compensate for that. What you’re missing is uniqueness. Your power, your style... it’s too straightforward and predictable "
"Predictable?" I repeated, barely keeping my anger in check.
"That’s right...I’ve faced plenty like you before. Sure, you’re leagues above most—but when against power like mine, you are left vulnerable. You can’t think, can’t react... because you’re only used to facing direct attacks like your own."
I hated to admit it, yet he was right. I had grown stronger at an astonishing pace, but I still lacked the experience to handle different types of opponents. And that weakness was very clear right now.
However, that didn’t an I was completely hopeless. All that ti spent talking had given a chance to adjust to the disorienting sensation.
I was still a cultivator, with sense of balance far stronger than normal—sothing he probably hadn’t taken into consideration.
He would regret underestimating soon enough. For now, I let myself sway, acting like the disorientation had half‑broken.
Let him think I was struggling. I just needed the perfect mont to take his head off.
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