"Three moves."
Boom-
Once again, Lynn was blasted away, without the slightest surprise.
The figure standing in the past remained as still as calm water, his face utterly expressionless. His only movement was to slap Lynn out of the river of time whenever Lynn attacked, no matter what approach he tried.
Although the outcome was always the same as before.
Through these endless failures, Lynn could still feel his power improving. Before, the figure would at least exchange a few moves with him, letting him get within a meter or slice off a strip of his robe. Later, however, all those movements had been pared down to their simplest form: a single palm strike.
Didn't that mean the gap between them was rapidly closing?
Because now he could only keep increasing his power to maintain that effortless air!
This was definitely tremendous progress!
"Why can I never touch you?"
Lynn hesitated, panting nonstop.
"Logically, that shouldn't be happening. Do you think it could be because this raven's corpse I'm inhabiting can't bring out my real strength? Take my Sinfire, for example. If I had my Sinfire, I'd definitely be able to burn you. Your eyebrows, at least. What do you think?"
The figure remained expressionless and immaculate.
But at last, he spoke.
"There are two thresholds before you. If you can cross them, you will have the basic qualifications to fight in the Time War. If you cannot..."
The figure sat there quietly, holding a book in his hands.
"Then this is as far as you go."
"But tell me what those thresholds are!" Lynn snapped, beside himself with frustration.
"You've said that countless times already! Can't you just get straight to the point?! At a time like this, can we please stop playing guessing games?! Just give me a