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"A-Ahhh! W-What are you?! A-Aaaagh!"
Desperately, the Yakuza fought back, his sword glowing even as it cracked, slashing across my chest and shoulders with sharp, jagged wounds.
And yet.
I was already done.
Pushing myself through my limits—and beyond.
I channeled a Form I had never practiced before.
This was the power of the Third Stage of Martial Arts.
Martial Ascension!
"Fifth Form."
"Hunter's Knife."
A simple technique.
In my mind, Yeon Ji appeared, sharpening his hunting knife—the weapon he used to hunt and defend himself.
It was his greatest weapon, but also the most overlooked.
My sword became a Hunter's Knife.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
And I cut.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
And cut some more.
Slicing through every means possible.
I cut through spirit energy.
I cut through mana.
And ultimately...
Through life and souls.
"A-AHHH...! AAAAHHHHH! BOSS! HELP MEEEEEEAAAGGHHH!"
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
