Blink
The ram-headed man's power was nearly on par with Dole's, but his methods were far more exquisite. The moment he finished speaking, his figure flashed. With a long spear in hand, he charged forward at astonishing speed, giving Dole no time to think at all.
The opponent's body turned into a phantom, seemingly teleporting as he appeared a dozen meters in front of Dole.
While he was speaking, Dole had already raised his vigilance to its peak. The instant the ram-headed man moved, blazing white lightning surfaced before him. Yet the ram-headed man's speed still exceeded his expectations—it was almost moving beyond the world's limits.
Caught off guard, he could only push his spatial barrier to its utmost limit, trying his best to catch the trajectory of the opponent's attack as he laid lightning across the path of the assault.
The ram-headed man drifted over lightly, like an antelope hanging its horns, without the slightest trace of power leaking from his body. Reaching Dole, he seemed like a master of martial arts, lightly extending his spear and thrusting three times in rapid succession.
They looked like physical attacks, but at that moment, boundless terror rose in Dole's heart. Each of those three thrusts had reached the limits of space, their power fully erupting within the instant—one hundredth of a second—the spear was launched.
Exquisite beyond compare—speed and strength united in perfect, startling harmony. Dole was alarmed. Only now had he gathered his lightning, just about to throw it out.
They stood just two meters apart, close enough to see the cells on each other's faces.
At that moment, the ram-headed man sensed something wrong. His three thrusts had gone out, yet it was as though dozens of kilometers still lay between them. His power could not reach the other