The level 37 groaned, staggered to its feet, and growled as it limped toward the other two. My heart thrummed in anticipation.
Just a little closer.
The moment it reached the exact spot I needed it to—I moved.
I crouched low.
Then, leaped.
I soared high above the battlefield, reaching my peak. My right hand slid to the very end of my staff. My gaze locked onto the three wounded Abominations below: one standing, two barely alive.
I exhaled.
"Blitz Hakai."
Strength flooded my body, surging into my right arm.
I twisted midair, my torso coiling like a spring. My back arched, my shoulders pulling back as my right hand gripped the staff's very end.
Then with a roar I swung.
My entire body whipped forward, momentum flowing from my core down to my arm. My spine snapped straight, muscles contracting in perfect sequence as the staff tore downward.
Like a whip cracking through the sky.
The strike hit nothing but air, right above the Level 37's head.
But that was all it needed.
