A mysterious opponent

Jiang Muzhou withdrew his hands, and the spatial rift dissipated. The dark golden patterns of light in the training room stabilized again, returning to their original flowing rhythm.

As Xu Wuyi watched Jiang Muzhou, he formed a preliminary assessment of his strength. Using the Space Rule consumed an immense amount of mental energy, but its effects were equally formidable.

Distorting space could neutralize attacks, compressing space could change the tempo of battle, and spatial rifts possessed almost unstoppable killing power.

Used together, these three abilities were enough to leave most opponents unable to guard against every threat.

But the weaknesses were just as obvious.

He could only maintain his domain for a limited time, while his spatial rifts lasted only three seconds and covered a very small area. This meant Jiang Muzhou's fighting style necessarily revolved around swift, decisive victories.

If an opponent could weather his first few waves of attacks and exhaust his mental energy until he could no longer sustain his domain, his advantage would rapidly crumble.

Han Ling had clearly noticed this too. He stepped forward and cupped his fist toward Jiang Muzhou. "Grandmaster Jiang, my lightning rules focus on speed and explosive power. Our approaches are somewhat alike—we both aim to finish a fight quickly."

Jiang Muzhou nodded, his gaze settling on Han Ling. "I've heard of your Lightning Incarnation, Grandmaster Han. You turn your body into lightning, reaching the pinnacle of speed while retaining tremendous attack power. That fighting style puts a heavy burden on your flesh. Can your body withstand it?"

Han Ling smiled and raised his right hand, golden arcs dancing at his fingertips. "The burden is heavy indeed. Lightning Incarnation can last twenty seconds at most. Any longer, and my meridians start taking damage. But within those twenty seconds, I'm confident I