The disciple twisted his neck and countered with a fierce palm strike.
But it was just a second late.
An impervious chain wrapped tightly around the disciple's neck, buzzing with red energies as it yanked him forward.
It would have pierced through instantly, but a Rank 3 Magus' reflexes were extremely fast.
Even as he was jolted forward with a near-crushed throat, the disciple activated what seemed to be his most powerful martial art form.
Time slowed down.
Around the disciple, wind gathered and condensed, forming nine palms, each roughly the same length and size as himself.
Liam saw everything happen with his powerful consciousness.
It wasn't as powerful as a Rank 3 Magus, but Liam was a maniac.
There wasn't a day that he hadn't trained his mind through three different methods.
Seeing the powerful wind-made palms, Liam was unwavering.
Those attacks would definitely break a bone or maybe two… or maybe more.
