Dark red light still swirled through the Training Ground. The thirty thousand soldiers of the Faithful Legion stood in formation, flames of evil power burning in their eyes, their weapons gleaming coldly in the light. The three great apostles stood at the front, their gazes beneath their masks fixed on the moon-white figure in the center.
Toyotomi Yinglang still had his eyes closed, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.
"We've tested the arrow formation." His calm voice echoed through the open Training Ground. "Next, close combat. All thirty thousand of you, come at once."
The Apostle of Pain's pupils contracted slightly. "Lord Toyotomi, are you sure? Thirty thousand people surrounding you in close combat-blades have no eyes. If something happens..."
"Nothing will happen," Toyotomi Yinglang interrupted him. "You can't hurt me."
Silence. Then the Apostle of Despair raised his staff, dark purple light glowing at its tip. "As you wish. All forces, charge!"
The formation of thirty thousand moved at once. A dark red tide surged from every direction toward the lone moon-white figure in the center. Leading the charge were hundreds of Centurions wielding long sabers. They were the fastest, the flames of evil power in their eyes burned brightest, and dark red evil power clung to their blades, which gave piercing shrieks as they cut through the air.
Toyotomi Yinglang did not open his eyes. His spiritual energy had long since enveloped the entire Training Ground.
Mind's Eye Style: Mind Perception. Every enemy's position, speed, and attack trajectory appeared clearly in his perception. This was not "seeing," but "sensing"-faster and more accurate than sight.
The first saber slashed toward his left shoulder. His body turned slightly, the blade brushing past his clothing with hairbreadth precision. The second saber thrust toward his lower back. He took half a