Mask's figure flickered, swaying left and right, dodging swiftly, the shadow beneath his feet winding quickly.
"Trying to escape?!!"
The tall elder spat out a line of blood from between his teeth, his entire body's blood and energy boiling violently like lava.
Under the activation of the secret technique, all his bones emitted a creaking, teeth-gritting lament, beads of blood seeping from the surface of his skin, his speed increased by half a notch.
Suddenly, he collapsed his waist and retracted his body, looking like a wicked ghost huddled, or like a goblin leaping across a ravine, every inch of muscle compressed to the extreme.
"Swoosh!"
He swayed and darted, accurately stepping between Mask's real body and the winding, twisting shadow beneath his feet.
He thrust both arms forward, one punch aimed at Mask, the other towards the winding spot of the shadow behind, preemptively sealing off Mask's moving points.
