Qingxiao noticed the change in his opponent's attack.
It was no longer scattered harassment. All his cursed energy converged at the tip of the iron staff, the pale blue arcs compressed to their limit until they were almost deep purple.
The current ionized the air with a sizzling sound. Even the surrounding dust aligned itself with the electric field.
He didn't retreat.
He wanted to test just how tough this supposedly sure-hit lightning was.
Hajime Kashimo gave him little time to think.
His figure flickered, turning into a blue blur as his iron staff thrust straight at Qingxiao's heart.
The charge at its tip oscillated rapidly, tearing a faint trail through the air.
At the same time, the three positive charge marks previously left on Qingxiao lit up together, like three invisible anchors firmly drawing in the negative charge at the staff's tip.
This was his sure-hit mechanism.
Opposite charges attracted. As long as the marks remained, the attack would automatically correct its trajectory no matter how his opponent dodged.
It wasn't a matter of speed, but tracking on the level of physical laws.
Qingxiao turned sideways, trying to evade the attack.
But the staff's tip seemed to have eyes, tracing a subtle curve in the direction he dodged and still heading straight for his heart.
His brow lifted slightly. He reached back to grab the iron staff, but the instant his fingertips touched it, a powerful current shot up through them, numbing his entire arm for half a second.
In that half-second delay, the iron staff slammed into his shoulder.
"Bang!"
Tremendous force erupted along with the numbing sensation. Qingxiao staggered and was sent flying backward into the half-collapsed factory behind him.
The concrete wall collapsed with a crash. Broken bricks and dust shot into the air, blocking the