Hunter charged. Foundation Realm speed. Six days of suffering compressed into one strike. Perfect form. Perfect angle. Everything Han had beaten into him with a stick.
The alpha raised one paw.
One. Paw.
Like swatting a fly.
The wind around it condensed. Compressed into a visible blade of air pressure. Sharp. Deadly. Extending from its claws like an invisible sword made of compressed atmosphere and bad intentions.
Wind Claw technique.
The alpha swiped casually.
Hunter's spiritual sense screamed a warning. He twisted mid-charge, muscles moving faster than thought. The wind blade passed inches from his face. Close enough that he felt it. Close enough that it cut a lock of his hair clean off. Close enough that he smelled his own hair burning from the friction.
The wind blade kept going. Sliced through a tree behind Hunter. Clean cut. The tree toppled slowly, almost gracefully, crashing into two others in a domino effect of destruction.
