The moment Xiang Yu made his selection, he felt the space around him shift. The familiar confines of the spirit vein vanished, replaced by an endless platform that stretched into infinity.
Before he could fully process his new surroundings, his senses started flaring as he felt an incoming attack. Something cut through the air mere inches from his face, and his sword materialized in his hands the moment he willed it.
He quickly raised his sword to block the incoming attack. Metal clashing against metal in a deafening ring. The impact sent shockwaves through his arms, every muscle in his body screaming as overwhelming force pushed against his hastily raised defense.
"Timeout!" he tried to shout, but his opponent didn't pause for even a heartbeat. The attacks came faster, each strike more vicious than the last.
