Song Chen's fighting style was simple. Void Traverse kept him in positions the enemy least expected, while the sixth layer of Star-Splitting Slash allowed him to inflict devastating damage the instant he appeared.
This sword technique had been born for group battles. Its momentum flowed without end, emphasizing offense as the best defense.
There was no gap between one slash and the next. Before the first had finished, the second had already begun, like a black river surging endlessly around his body.
Song Chen carried that river into the enemy's flood. He was like a living blade, flickering in and out of sight among the enemy ranks.
Every time he appeared, an enemy inevitably fell beside him.
Sixth Rank opponents could not even react before him. More often than not, they only saw a streak of black light flash past before part of their bodies no longer belonged to them.
Seventh Rank opponents fared slightly better. At least they could sense the abnormal fluctuations of psionic energy—but that was all.
Song Chen's speed exceeded the limits of their nervous systems, to say nothing of the fact that, under spatial lockdown, the enemy had never imagined anyone could still teleport here.
"Who is that?" A coalition soldier who had retreated to safety pointed ahead, his voice trembling.
"I don't know. He... he charged in there alone?"
"Is he Eighth Rank? Look! That Seventh Rank bastard was split in two with one slash!"
"Not Eighth Rank. Just High Seventh Rank. I can sense it clearly."
"You've got to be kidding me! A Seventh Rank can slaughter Seventh Rank opponents like that?"
The discussion grew denser and denser. The soldiers who had been ready to abandon this passage all stopped, light returning to their eyes.
They saw the black figure flashing in