But even as his body is trembling, even as his energy is leaking from his wound, he looks at that palm, with that defiant eyes, with that determination to fight against it and he smiles
For some reason, he felt like he was back in the beginning. When he fought death. When he would face death and stare at it with his eyes and never backing down.
This fight seems to stimulate something in him. Something that he had forgotten. Something that had been missing.
He doesn't know whether the person sending this palm wanting to fight him or not.
But to him, this is a fight.
A fight for his destiny.
This notion that somehow fighting this palm is like fighting his own destiny is a notion that suddenly appears in his mind
'No' he thought to himself.
It was more like a notion that appears from his soul.
