Creed lunged.
His spear pierced the air, slicing forward with flawless precision as he executed his technique, Pierce.
Boom!
It was a peak-stage 2 spear technique, refined to a level where the treeman should have been unable to dodge it.
The strike was fast, sharp, and brutally efficient, cutting through space like an arrow loosed from a god's bow.
The tip of his spear was mere inches away from its target, and then, the treeman dodged.
Barely.
It twisted its massive, wooden body at the very last second, avoiding a direct kill, but it wasn't unscathed.
The spear tore through part of its side, leaving a grievous wound—sap and wood shards spilling from the deep cut.
Creed blinked.
What?
That should have been impossible!
By all logic, the treeman should've died right there. He had the advantage in every single way; strength, speed, technique. There was no reason why this thing should still be alive.
Unless…
