Clash

"Tsk, you're not as dumb as you look and sound," Rui offered while he rotated his palms, massaging them. "That hurt."

He had managed to disperse most of the impact with a remarkably well-timed Flux Earther. He had to hand it to the grade-nine technique. It was damn good when he nailed the timing. On the other hand, the timing was everything with this technique, it wouldn't be able to disperse even a grade-one technique, or even an Apprentice-level technique if one mistimed.

If not for the fact that the patterns in his dash were easier to read, he would not have gotten the foreknowledge of how and when he needed to time it.

That was the reason he could walk away largely unharmed from a powerful attack of a high-grade power-oriented Martial Art.

It was a shame but he couldn't possibly replicate this level of defense for every attack he ran into.