Albeit sent flying by a force that would seriously injure cultivators in the middle stage, it didn't take long for Sylia to stabilize herself. Though the castle was now far in the distance.
She touched her face, where Noah's strange claws had made contact, and felt it sting. The cut had not been deep enough to bleed, and she even determined that it was only a scratch. Still, that didn't make it any less astounding.
It would normally be impossible for someone his level to even send her flying, talk less of actually scratching her. She didn't fear for her life, but her heart raced anyways. What just happened lacked any conformity with already established rules.
"An outlier," Sylia muttered, casting her gaze forward when her opponent's mental waves touched her.
Noah was nowhere near strong enough to mortally injure her, but he was quick—Sylia would give him that. After all, before she could react, he saw his hand crashing into her. That was it!
