The hundred-meter distance vanished in an instant.
Huai Shi had already grazed the high temperature of a laser, stepped over shattered flesh, and charged into the Power Cabin, where he was met with a panicked and bloated face.
It seemed as though the entire person had turned into a torn sack, stuffed with writhing flesh. The obese man hadn't had time to react before the youth's figure disappeared from in front of his eyes.
And reappeared behind him.
Immediately after, three intersecting slash marks emerged on his chest.
Just like a mournful note suddenly leaping from a cello.
—Great Third Chord!
In a flash, a Triple-fold attack: sweeping, piercing, and slashing.
Through the heart, severing a hand, and beheading.
In the moment of their paths crossing, Huai Shi didn't look back and dashed forward, charging straight at the stiff, blue-robed priest in front of him.
