Dirk Buchanan moved with frightening speed, his hands ablaze with Inner Strength light spots. These weren't ordinary attacks—each spot contained enough power to shatter stone.
"Die!" he roared.
The spots flew toward me like shooting stars. Each one capable of drilling through flesh and bone. Normal cultivators would be reduced to bloody pulp.
I stood my ground.
The first light spot struck my chest. Pain flared, but my body held. The second hit my shoulder. Then my abdomen. Each impact felt like being struck by a battering ram.
Yet I remained standing.
Dirk's face contorted with disbelief. "Impossible!"
Behind him, Caleb Thorne's eyes widened. "The Nine Transformation Pill," he muttered. "He must have taken it. No human body could withstand a direct hit otherwise."
I smiled through the pain. Let them believe what they wanted.
"My turn," I said.
Dirk paled. His previous confidence evaporated like morning dew. He fired more light spots in panic, but I was already moving.
