Mo Han sat cross-legged inside his stone house, the dim light of a single luminous pearl spreading across the room. His breathing was steady, his eyes closed, his consciousness diving deep into the ocean of memories he inherited from Leo Reynold.
The knowledge was vast, like a limitless library built in his mind—scrolls of techniques, manuals, battles, failures, and insights stacked higher than the sky. Tonight, he wasn't simply skimming. He was hunting.
"Golden Crow competition…" he murmured inwardly. "For a no-restriction battle, brute strength alone won't suffice. I need speed, deception, and defense—unshakable foundations."
In the labyrinth of memories, a strand glimmered brighter than others. He reached out.
The first was a movement technique, its name carved into memory with elegance: "Shadowless Mirage Steps."
