Time slowed around Theron and he took a breath, the deathly chill in his eyes growing more focused.
He couldn't see the speed of a Transcendent at all. But he could feel it.
As he exhaled, his blade was already crossing through the skies.
Chi.
Claw and blade met, a shudder echoing across the skies.
Theron should have been sent flying, he should have shattered on impact, he should have been little more than minced meat left to rot beneath the sun.
But instead, the leaking of the Dagger Call Platform vanished the moment he made contact with Urong. The latter thought that he had begun to regain control over the situation, only to feel like a mountain had fallen onto him from above.
Theron took a breath as they both froze in place, and then he unleashed another attack.
BANG.
Urong's body bent, his arm cracking and nearly shattering in place. The violent surge of what should have been his own attack was somehow controlled by Theron and thrown right back at him.
Dark Mana.
