The Final Strike
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ten steps... Twenty steps... Thirty steps... Everyone could calculate that the distance between Yi Dongmu and Han Sen was about fifty steps. If Han Sen still did not strike, then Yi Dongmu would be right in front of him in about fifty more steps.
Yi Dongmu had only walked thirty steps, yet his momentum had already risen a great deal. It was as if he had been possessed by a god. With every step, his momentum increased.
Every step was like the tide of the sea, and a strong, ever-surging gust of wind was blowing Han Sen. The atmosphere was volatile, teetering on the precipice of a grand storm.
Yet Han Sen still did not move. He just watched Yi Dongmu calmly, standing firm against the waves.
Boom!
With every step, Yi Dongmu was generating increasingly ferocious waves that sought to topple and consume Han Sen.