Blade's sword tear through the air, and smashed into Carl, rising a massive, blinding cloud of shattered stone dust and thick smoke into the air.
".....?!"
Blade blinked, his momentum completely disrupted by the lack of physical resistance. He swiftly turned his head to the side, staring at Carl, who stood completely unharmed exactly 50 meters away. There were no spatial ripples, no teleportation runes—just pure, unadulterated physical movement.
'This? This isn't a skill, it's his real baseline speed.' Blade thought in profound shock, forcing himself to stand completely upright to hide his trembling knees.
"You were holding back from the very start?" He asked, his voice betraying a sliver of dread.
Carl casually tilted his head to the side, his posture relaxed: "You can say that..." He raised his hand, staring indifferently at his palm as if examining a minor detail:
