The strange, ethereal bluish currents were already converging toward Liam, but he had been ready for them now in more ways than one.
Liam wasn't only faster, having perfected the way he ran, synchronizing it with his Qi. His senses had also learned to recognize that technique, so he could react to it before falling prey to its annoying properties.
Before the currents could arrive, Liam had already crossed them, zigzagging over the floor to avoid falling in the same trap as the Guild's formation and the previous exchange.
Realistically, Liam didn't do anything too smart now. He didn't solve the inescapable maze that the currents were trying to create. He just opted to reach his opponent before the trap could come to be.
Soon enough, Liam was at the old woman's side, his figure lowered to match her shorter stature and crooked back, his arms crossed, planning to ram into her at full speed as he had done with his previous opponent.
