Adjustment (Part 1)

Three years later.

The azure sky.

Like blue paper.

Screech!!

Two silver sword lights streaked across the sky, colliding with pinpoint precision.

The sword lights parted, circled back, and clashed again.

Clang!

Fine sparks scattered, illuminating the two body frames gripping swords on either side.

The body frame on the left had a head shaped like a spike, with only a single black antenna. Four arms grew from its body, holding a sword, shield, saber, and whip respectively.

The body frame on the right was merely a simple Storm body frame. It held a sword in one hand, while a line of words floated above its head—Hua Sha's Wei.

"Reverse Sand Slash!" The four-armed body frame released its other weapons and shield. All four arms gripped the sword as psionic energy clung to the blade, blue light flashing and vanishing in an instant.

Whoosh!

A blue sword scar instantly slashed at Wei He with terrifying speed, exceeding ten times the speed of sound.

Wei He retreated, weaving left and right as though he had anticipated it beforehand.

The blue sword scar was like a band of light flashing continuously around him—lighting up, vanishing, lighting up, vanishing.

"Spirit Art: Activation."

The psionic energy throughout Wei He's body abruptly doubled, as if a faint blue garment had draped itself over him.

With a flip, he landed behind his opponent and raised a hand to point.

"Spirit Art: Starry Sky!"

Buzz!!

Vast psionic energy surged like a tide, transforming into a blast that struck the four-armed body frame.

With a boom, the four-armed body frame staggered, its movements stiffening for an instant.

"Realm: Entering Rain Gap."

Wei He's horizontal sword trembled slightly, and his figure abruptly became an afterimage as he crossed past the opponent's side.

Screech!!

The blade and body-frame armor erupted