Ling'er raised a hand to press the scorch mark on her left shoulder, her silver-gray pupils widening slightly.
"You predicted the direction of my phasing."
"That thrust just now was aimed at where I would be after phasing, not where I originally was."
"You did rein in your force, but what you reined in was the force you released outward. Your perception was still spread out."
"You were using your Force Law to sense the direction of the mist's flow when I phased."
Li Tian let out a breath of foul air and drew the axe back before his chest.
That strike had consumed a great deal of his strength. A faint tremor had already appeared in his right arm, muscle fatigue caused by the Force Law operating at high speed.
Yet he was still smiling, with the certainty of a hunter who had finally figured out the pattern of his prey's movements.
"You're right."
"When I struck you with the first three axes, I noticed that you phased to the right three times more often than to the left."
"Although you deliberately shifted right just now, the direction the mist flows when you phase cannot deceive anyone."
"You have too many habits."
"From now on, every axe I swing will cut toward the direction you phase."
Ling'er looked at him and fell silent for a breath. Then the faint curve at the corner of her lips surfaced once more, a little clearer than before.
"It really is impressive that you can see the direction of my phasing."
"But every time you strike me with an axe, you must endure one touch yourself."
"When you struck me just now, my Ghost's Touch had already left the third crack in your Primordial Spirit."
"You already have three cracks. How many more