Oh?
Lu Cang felt his flesh and blood come alive. He had just pierced straight through Yang Ming, but instead of dying from the blow, Yang Ming had grown stronger!
His movements and speed were even faster than before he was injured.
"My name is..."
"Lu Cang."
A spinning kick had already reached Lu Cang.
"Skyward Flow—Tenth Form: Halt."
Tap.
Lu Cang lightly touched his finger to the leg bearing down on him with the force of an earth-shattering blow!
The attack stopped in an instant.
The immense force that should have erupted upon impact seemed to fall into the void and vanish, leaving nothing behind.
Halt.
He had grasped the mysteries of time and learned countless combat techniques throughout the Moon Sea.
Through the elements, he had sensed the intricate energies that filled the world.
And from Iz, he had learned to wield phases and space on an even deeper level.
By changing the flow of time, he could slow the release of force...
By manipulating phases and space, he could change the direction of that force.
An attack's force was transmitted from one point to another.
By altering the direction of those forces, he could break them apart—splitting each force into countless smaller ones. Then, by making equal forces oppose each other from opposite directions, he could cancel them out...
That was the foundation.
From there, he could annihilate energy on an even higher level.
Fire canceled by water.
Wind canceled by lightning.
Light canceled by darkness.
And thus, the attack was completely neutralized.
This was the Tenth Form—Halt.
Yang Ming's pupils contracted slightly. A strike charged with boundless fighting spirit had been neutralized so effortlessly...
So, who was challenging whom?
"Is this everything you've got at level five?" Lu Cang asked calmly, with the slightest hint