Yi Duanzhi moved step by step, his extreme struggle visible to anyone. Two entirely opposing forces were tearing at his body until finally, with a suppressed roar pushed to its limit, the man thrust his spear into the ground with a vigorous swing of his arm, stopping his forward motion.
Sima would certainly seize this opportunity, his sword striking without hesitation once again. A single thrust kicked up a tempest, and this time he did not leave the slightest gap. He was willing to forsake the intricacies of his swordplay to engulf the figure before him entirely.
'If flesh has already become homogenous... then the key must lie within consciousness.' His thoughts raced as he stared at the figure before him, Sword Qi already turning the surrounding foliage into dust, '...But even if I have mastered some Art of Mind, how dare I engage in a struggle of hearts and minds with this consciousness?'
