"Not bad! It seemed my pressure had no effect on you at all! Yes, this was the opponent I had dreamed of! I could already feel my blood beginning to boil!" A flash of brilliance drifted through Susanoo's eyes, and he charged forward in great strides. Yet there was an indescribable quality to his steps, as though he were drifting toward Li.
He did not use a quick-draw technique to increase the speed of his strike. Suspended in midair, he gently swung his blade. With a light push of his left hand, the scabbard flew behind him. His right hand made another subtle turn, and after tracing a perfect arc through the air, the blade slowly extended toward Li's throat.
His movements were far from standard. In fact, even many beginner swordsmen could point out countless flaws in his stance. Nor was he particularly fast; even without the Mangekyō Sharingan's dynamic vision, Li could see every one of his movements clearly.
If Li had used the same move, he believed he could have done it better.
Yet for some reason, this move, so riddled with openings and so slow to strike, felt like an incomparably terrifying monster when Li faced it himself!
That was right. In Li's eyes, his opponent's move was utterly natural. Though it was full of openings, Li had nowhere to begin; though it was incredibly slow, Li had no way to evade it!
Li sucked in a breath and slowly rested his right hand on the hilt of the Kusanagi Sword. Then he gradually let that breath out and quietly waited for his opponent's sword to arrive.
Susanoo's sword pointed straight at Li's throat. Was Li not afraid? No—no one could be unafraid in such a situation. But Li knew that when masters clashed, victory was