Space split by his sheer speed as he aimed straight for the powerful ant.
As he reached it, he saw its armor shimmer just before his fist met the ant's body.
The shockwave blasted through the surrounding area.
The ant responded immediately, countering with a claw strike. He dodged, swung his Death Sword, but the blade barely scratched its shell.
They traded blows in rapid succession.
Nameless Death noticed something.
'This one's different,' he muttered. 'It must be Level 2.'
It explained a lot. While every other ant was frozen in time, this one moved, reacted, and countered at the same speed as him.
They clashed again.
The ant didn't use normal strikes. It bit into empty space, and the very air responded.
Cracks formed in reality itself, thin lines of ruptured dimension that moved with terrifying precision.
One of them missed Nameless Death's face by less than a hair's width.
Another one didn't miss.
