One of Adam's strongest abilities was his path, and now Ureyn felt it to the fullest extent.
His pupils trembled as he directed more energy to his wind to slow his fall. Only after a few seconds did Ureyn's feet touch the ground.
"Agh... Agh... Agh..." He was breathing heavily, the wounds on his hand felt like flames, causing heat, but all of Ureyn's mind was focused on something else.
'How?'
He clenched his teeth tighter.
'How did he do that? What the fuck was that? He just waved his needle and appeared in front of me?'
Ureyn tried to understand what kind of technique it was, and in search of answers, he glanced toward the Gray Needle members.
No one forbade fighters from receiving hints from spectators. Sure, no one had time to give detailed explanations or even say anything, but the old man with the short beard found a way to hint to Ureyn.
He pierced the air with his finger in one sharp motion.
"R-Right..." Ureyn muttered as his eyes filled with understanding.
