He didn't activate "Absolute Focus" or push his Primordial Spirit to its limit.
Instead, he relied on the vigorous essence and spirit from the surging vital energy he had just absorbed.
Drawing on the profound memory and understanding from having mastered it once before, he followed his muscle's instincts to channel his vital energy and guide his will.
The movements were far from perfect, even a bit clumsy, and his coordination was much worse.
But—
HUM!
A faint, almost transparent, pale white trace, so faint it was nearly imperceptible, flickered into existence less than a foot from the tip of his blade and vanished in an instant, like a weak spark streaking through the darkness!
PUFF!
There was no thunderous crack of tearing air, no satisfying feeling of slicing through a solid object.
Only the soft sound of air being briefly displaced before instantly closing back in.
This wisp of a shadow was pitifully short and so faint it seemed like an illusion.
