The Right Hand of Ourami
As Ourami held his right hand forward, causing the tsunami-like attack that rushed towards the pillar to come to a grinding halt. It was as if all its momentum had abruptly waned into nothingness.
Woosh!
Out of nowhere, the space behind Ourami bent as a sharp sword intent emerged behind the pillar!
Swoosh! Ding!
A streak of silver shot out from Ourami's lower back, tearing a hole through his attire before it collided with a sharp edge mid-air.
"Those attacks will not work on me," Ourami said coldly without adverting his gaze.
Without much delay, an arm of lightning descended upon Ourami as a barrage of constant strikes rained down on the pillar.
However, every time one of the arms of lightning approached Ourami, the silver streak would move and intercept the blow, completely negating the damage in the process.
By the time the last arm of lightning struck, not a single attack had managed to get through the silver streak.