Chloe's hands moved in a blur, jade-white blades flashing through the air as arcs of lightning danced along their edges. She had pushed her internal energy to its limit, pouring everything she had into each strike, yet Marcus simply refused to go down. No matter how many times her attacks crashed into him, he would only stagger slightly, at most taking a single step back before steadying himself and coming forward again.
It was unbelievable.
Chloe's lightning was built for pure destruction. The sixth layer of Thunderbird's Cry could split stone and shear through steel, and even veteran fighters from the previous generation would struggle to withstand a sustained barrage from her. Ethan Bright, the acknowledged foremost young expert of the old martial clans, could circulate his Celestial Mystery True Energy throughout his body to protect himself, but even he would be left shaken after five of Chloe's strikes, while ten would be enough to inflict internal injuries.
