The longer Han Mo fought, the more alarmed he became.
Xu Wuyi's Spear Technique could no longer be described as merely "proficient"—it had reached the realm of exquisite detail.
The force, angle, and timing of every thrust were perfect. Any more would have been excessive; any less would have been inadequate.
Moreover, his combat rhythm was exceedingly stable. No matter how Han Mo varied his attacks or applied pressure, Xu Wuyi stood like an unmoving mountain, meeting every move with composure and not a shred of panic.
'This kid… He's completely adapted to Innate Level combat!' Han Mo lamented inwardly, though his hands didn't slow in the slightest.
His Sword Momentum shifted again.
The azure light receded as the blade suddenly grew heavy, each slash carrying the force to sunder mountains and crack stone.
