Violet lightning erupted around Kyrian, illuminating his body with an electric glow.
His hair instantly stood on end, every strand charged with static energy. Hundreds of tiny bolts of lightning danced around his body like a living suit of armor.
His violet eyes became even brighter, emitting a radiance that seemed capable of piercing through darkness itself.
The pressure he released increased explosively. The air around him vibrated with pure energy, creating visible ripples that spread throughout the arena.
At the very last instant, he took only a single step.
The sword passed through the exact spot where he had been a moment earlier. The icy blade sliced through empty air, releasing a wave of freezing cold that froze an empty section of the arena.
Without touching him.
Wu Fan frowned, his confidence shaken for the first time.
'Fast,' he thought in surprise.
'Far too fast.'
