Still, he adapted.
Around him, his spears moved tirelessly, stabbing into wings, cutting down hunters, spinning arcs of steel through the chaos. The silver glow of their blades was like a net closing over the battlefield, cutting down anything that strayed too close.
Yu Xuan's mind observed everything. Each movement of foe, each pattern of attack, every flaw in timing — [Ultra Instinct] refined his perception, while his trait [Adaptive Mind] worked in tandem, shaping every clash into fuel for his growth. He was evolving even as he fought, each strike sharper than the last, each step more precise.
His growth, it was visible, tangible. The longer he fought, the more dangerous he became.
Yet Yu Xuan knew this was far from the end.
