Elijah's sword pierced the heart of the Wudang Sect Master.
'What?'
Elijah, taken aback, tried to retract his blade but the voice of the Wudang Sect master made him stop. He had not expected it would go like this.
"Don't."
The Wudang Sect Master stopped Elijah from retracting his blade. His voice was peaceful, as he finally gained clarity…he finally found peace.
The aura of the mountain changed from desolation to a calm breeze.
"9 Strikes."
The Wudang Sect master coughed up black blood. His body would have fallen to the ground if not For Elijah's blade supporting it.
"It took you 9 strikes to comprehend the flow…"
He sounded glad, proud, ecstatic.
"..."
Frankly, Elijah still did not fully understand it. At least he didn't think he understood it.
What did he just do? He just followed the trajectory of the Wudang sect master's blade and…reverted it,
Changed it.
"That's the flow."
