237 A Sword to the Throat

McLeod was sprinting.

So was Li Wei.

However, their momentum was starkly different.

McLeod, who should have been on the offensive, found himself on the defensive; Li Wei, whose steps had been in disarray and off-balance, erupted with an unmatched offensive fury.

The two figures closed in at full speed, seemingly destined to collide head-on.

McLeod's skin tingled with the sharpness of the oncoming threat, his hairs standing on end, knees quivering slightly. But gritting his teeth and steeling his heart, he closed his eyes and charged ahead at full speed, pushing strength, speed, and momentum to their limits—

He was ready. Let the impact be even more fierce.

In that moment, McLeod transformed, proving why he had earned the starting spot, charging toward the convergence point like a force unstoppable.

Ah!

Power, burst forth.

Hey, wait, what?

As the imminent head-on collision approached and McLeod's arms were already poised to tackle, he lunged at empty space.