Lucian stood frozen, his mind struggling to process what had just transpired.
He couldn't believe it.
He hadn't sensed anything, not a flicker, not a whisper of the incoming attack.
His instincts, honed through countless battles, had utterly failed him.
But while Lucian remained motionless, Aaaninja did not.
With practiced precision, Aaaninja's hand shifted once more, poised to deliver another strike.
Lucian's body reacted before his mind could catch up.
In an instant, he propelled himself away, the ground beneath him fracturing under the sheer force of his movement.
He crossed kilometers in the blink of an eye.
Yet, it was futile.
Aaaninja had completed his swing.
Then, it happened again.
Another tear, ripping through his flesh like a hot knife through butter.
Distance was meaningless.
Defense was irrelevant.
The attack carved through his body all the same.
