The battlefield was deathly silent.
A long while passed.
Qi Wu drew back his fist and stood where he was.
He looked at the headless corpse at his feet, at the eight severed arms scattered across the ground, then lowered his head to look at his hands.
His hands trembled slightly.
Not from exhaustion.
From excitement.
From the lingering thrill of a thoroughly satisfying fight.
He murmured softly.
"I actually landed eight Black Flashes in a row..."
"The odds of that aren't exactly high."
He flexed his fingers, then clenched his fists, relaxed them, and clenched them again.
Every time he clenched a fist, a black arc of electricity flashed across his knuckles.
It was the lingering effect of Black Flash.
Qi Wu froze for a moment.
"Wait..."
He clenched his fist again.
Crack!
The black arc exploded again!
He threw another punch.
Bang!
The air burst, and black lightning left an afterimage in its wake!
Another Black Flash!
Qi Wu blinked.
He threw another punch!
Bang!
Black Flash!
Another punch!
Bang!
Black Flash!
He threw more than a dozen punches in succession.
Every single one carried that signature black lightning!
That meant one thing.
Black Flash had become his default.
Every basic attack he made now had a 100% chance of triggering Black Flash.
Qi Wu laughed at his own strength.
"What the fuck..."
"Have I turned into a jock now?"
He raised his fist, looking at the terrifying Spiritual Power swirling around it.
"Every basic attack is a Black Flash..."
"How am I supposed to hold back in a fight now?"
He tried throwing a gentle punch, using only a tenth of his usual strength.
Boom! Black Flash still triggered.
Even lighter!
Bang! The same result!
Lighter still!
Bang! Still a Black Flash!
Qi Wu said, "..."
"Fine."