His vision and spirit sense overlapped, and suddenly he wasn't just seeing the battle. He was feeling it.
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. Maintaining the sense required immense focus, his consciousness threatening to wobble, but he forced himself to adapt.
And like a loyal worker his trait [Adaptive Mind] worked in background, ensuring the CEO's precious time is not disturbed.
Then, he moved.
"Sister, fall back!" he called sharply.
Trusting him, she shifted aside, giving him a sliver of space.
Yu Xuan dashed in, sword raised, striking with more precision than before. Every movement of the shorty's cane echoed in his perception. He wasn't faster, nor stronger, but he could predict just a fraction ahead, enough to angle his blade differently, enough to force the shorty to actually adjust instead of brushing him aside.
"Oh?" the shorty's eyes flickered with a glint of surprise. "Not bad, brat. So you finally decided to use your head."
