The palm brushed through the air, but a pale black palm was half a beat slow; it then accelerated to catch up. They merged before the next move.
Every action Louis made was followed by a phantom chase. It appeared as if he had four arms and twenty fingers dancing.
Casio silently watched everything. He felt that the opponent's skill in using Qi was indeed exquisite, weaving around his fingers like threads, fluttering like butterflies among flowers. However, appreciation did not mean he had to learn from the opponent. Casio had always firmly believed the path he walked was the strongest—a perfect blend of skill and strength.
He had begun to see how his path would progress from here, the wraiths of Howler's Canyon had provided Casio with ample opportunities for experimentation and mistakes. In numerous battles, not only had his strength improved, but his control of strength had also become refined, and various techniques were integrated into his punches and kicks.
