A young man, clad in simple gray robes, his face as grim and cold as stone.
He stood alone, facing three phantom beasts formed from Laws. Each was the size of a mountain, its aura clearly at the late-stage Tier One Star Lord level.
The phantom beasts roared. Claw-shadows that tore through space and searing breaths that could incinerate all creation blasted toward the gray-robed youth simultaneously.
Yet, not a ripple of emotion showed in the youth's eyes. His figure moved like a phantom, weaving through the gaps in the violent onslaught.
He was so fast he left behind a trail of afterimages. Every movement perfectly evaded a fatal blow, making it seem effortless.
He seemed to be merely observing, adapting.
A moment later, just as the three phantom beasts' attacks reached their frenzied peak, a cold glint flashed in the youth's eyes.
SHING!
A sword hum, so clear and sharp it seemed to slice through the Laws themselves.
