Victor slashed casually, not using his full strength, and a ripple of spatial distortion cut across the room, cleaving through ice pillars cleanly.
He pivoted, forming a spiraling sphere of Void Qi in his grasp.
He stepped and the world blurred as he teleported a short distance, reappearing with his sword already mid-swing.
He mostly tested how much he could use his bloodline currently.
If this thing really adapts… then the first exchange has to be devastating enough to cripple it before it learns.
He practiced for hours, refining each strike, each movement, each burst of void energy until his breathing grew heavy.
Victor sheathed his blade.
"I'm ready," he whispered.
Meanwhile, Rhozan was elswhere gathering warriors.
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The great cavern hall of the Kahr'uun echoed with as figures in blue-etched skin with some possessing four arms and eyes that shimmered like frost-bound stars, gathered around.
