His eyes remained shut. Fan still raised, coat barely shifting despite the overwhelming pressure I was forcing into the air.
Part of me was irritated. Another part was wary—he was too calm.
'Shadow Haze.'
My speed shattered the air in an instant. He reacted, flicking his fan to summon a wall of wind—just like last time.
"That won't work anymore!" I roared.
The tip of my spear pierce through it effortlessly, tearing the wind part as if his defense had never existed. Sparks of displaced air fizzled harmlessly, and the space between us collapsed in a heartbeat.
Suddenly, I was inside his range—my weapon hovering just millimeters from his neck.
"Your head's mine!" I snapped my spear straight forward.
Before my spear could reach him, his fan flared white, thickening the air around me. My strike faltered just enough for him to spring back ten steps, the wind carried him with ease.
A bead of sweat slid down his forehead as he tried to recomposed himself.
