Yama's Invitation
Éditeur: Transn
The Terrestrial Venerable had an ursine figure, yet his moves were like shadows, sometimes blending into wind and sand, sometimes wielding an Iron Wheel cutting winds and shaking sands, so swift that no one could predict his next move.
Such an out-of-world escape technique might out move all normal martial pros and eventually kill them. The Terrestrial Venerable was pretty sure about this. Now his confidence, however, was shaken, for the young girl battling him, though without the abnormal power of gaining momentum from surroundings, or so-called "Secrecy-reaching" art, had mastered a formidable sword art. She seemed to have always predicted his move in advance. Although he concealed himself in the sandstorm, nevertheless each time he was going to attack, he was greeted with a sharp sword light straight towards his face.