Standing on the ground, Li watched the person in the distance. Yes, it was a person—at least, it looked like one. He held an enormous longsword nearly two meters long, yet he himself was only around 1.7 meters tall.
In truth, that height was already a disadvantage in battle.
Moreover, the weapon he used was clearly meant for direct confrontations. That made his physical disadvantage even greater.
It could be said that a height of 1.7 meters was an extremely awkward position in combat. He could neither make use of a small frame to become an assassin-type fighter nor use a large frame to become someone suited for head-on clashes.
Yet as Li looked at the person before him, there was not the slightest trace of contempt on his face. Hidden in the darkness, the man was visible only as a rough outline. Although Li was now using his own body, he could not be bothered to use the Sharingan in battle.
The Sharingan was certainly useful, but relying on it too much would turn it into a dependency.
Li happened to want to train himself to fight without relying on the Sharingan.
Though he could not make out what sort of thing the person before him was, Li could clearly sense several hundred sources of magical power wandering around him.
Li said softly, "It's one thing for you to hide yourself. Why bother pretending to be clever by hiding the figures of your subordinates as well?"
The other party chuckled, seemingly disagreeing with Li's words. Still, he lightly stamped his foot. "Come out."
As his voice rang out, the mist dispersed, revealing the man's figure.
When Li saw him, he froze for a moment. This guy...
This guy was actually Bradman!
For some reason, he seemed a size smaller