The champion blocked, countered, and adapted with terrifying speed, but Yun Lintian pressed the advantage.
A solar-charged thrust scorched the champion's shoulder. A shadow-wreathed kick shattered his knee guard. A phoenix-empowered palm strike sent him skidding back.
Zhan Tian's throne creaked as he leaned forward, his pupil-less eyes gleaming.
Yun Lintian activated the God of Balance's authority, golden scales appearing in his vision. The champion's movements became predictable—every attack, every feint laid bare.
When the champion feinted left, Yun Lintian was already pivoting right.
When he lunged low, the White Dragon Spear came down high.
The champion's eyes narrowed—then he changed.
His form blurred, becoming less human, more... conceptual. The very embodiment of war itself.
But Yun Lintian was ready.
