All of his perception, all of his processing power, and all of his will were focused on the edge of his blade, on the ninety-nine percent mastery of his Shadow-Stealing Form, and on his opponent's hopelessly fast movements.
As he executed one extreme dodge after another, evading lethal sword glints by a hair's breadth, his Primordial Spirit's power was fully unleashed, granting him a higher-dimensional insight. Under this perception, the speed Rukawa Gale was so proud of was being deconstructed like a precision instrument.
The core trajectory of its energy flow, the patterns of muscle exertion, the very triggers of its conceptual power... all of it was being imprinted, piece by piece, deep into Li Wen's consciousness.
His Shadow-Stealing Form, stuck at ninety-nine percent, was being fed the purest fuel of enlightenment in the fiery crucible of this life-or-death battle.
The more silent and focused Li Wen became, the more Rukawa Gale's contempt was tinged with a twisted anger.
