A Medical Drone swept its red light across the sky. A mechanical tractor beam descended and dragged the foaming recruit out through the shield without mercy.
Jiang Yue slowly withdrew his right fist and shook out his wrist.
He calmly assessed what the last attack had cost him.
Even with Thunder Breath restoring my stamina, driving Inch Power through someone demands too much focus and too much from my deepest muscles in that instant.
Blood Energy and strength could both be exhausted.
Until he reached a higher realm, even his body, enhanced by its traits, could not squander Inch Power without limit in a chaotic fight.
If he let himself get tangled up with multiple opponents, his Blood Energy would eventually run dry.
Every strike has to finish the fight. No getting bogged down. Jiang Yue took a deep breath and sank his weight into his lower body again.
Over the next dozen minutes, the fighting grew even more brutal.
Fewer and fewer people were left alone in the central area. Jiang Yue, who looked weak yet somehow remained standing, inevitably drew more attention.
Two recruits approached from the front and rear, trying to take him down in a pincer attack.
Yet under the crushing pressure of those two near-fatal predicaments, the last trace of resistance in Jiang Yue's body between his instinct to walk normally and the essence of the Roaming Dragon Stance was finally ground away.
The enemy in front swung a heavy fist at his face.
Jiang Yue's mind stopped issuing commands altogether.
He surrendered his body to muscle memory. His steps no longer faltered. He moved like a true roaming dragon, slipping sideways with effortless fluidity while perfectly maintaining the heavy, rooted stance of Holding the Origin and Guarding the One.
Without a wasted movement, Jiang