Ryu's body was a blur.
At that moment, he forgot about everything else. All he cared about was the battle before him.
Every blade was precise to an extreme, reaping a life every time it attacked.
The problem was that he didn't always get a chance to attack.
The feeling of so many powerful geniuses bearing down on you at the same time was hard to explain in just a few words.
A single genius was already enough to elevate a Sect or Clan for generations to come. The feeling of so many coming together to form a tidal wave of linked attacks was more than the word "overwhelming" could describe.
But it was a feeling that made Ryu's blood boil.
Moments like this… it was what he had dreamed for all his life. To stand against the world, against opponents that made him feel apprehension and pressure, and still raise his blade proudly.
And in the end…
To stand above them all nonetheless.
