Xiang Yu's heart raced as he continued his charade, the deadly palm strike drawing ever closer. The cold sensation of impending death washed over him as he braced for impact. Did I lose the 50/50? He lamented his bad luck, even in this new life… If only he could have another roll.
Just as the strike was about to connect, it abruptly halted. Relief flooded through Xiang Yu as he returned from his morbid thoughts. Perhaps this was indeed just a test, but he remained acutely aware that danger still surrounded him. He maintained his facade of ignorance, walking straight through the soul clone as if it didn't exist.
