Yi San felt a terrifying, unstoppable force travel up from the blade of his sword.
The power was so condensed it felt tangible, carrying a sharpness that seemed capable of tearing anything apart as it surged up his arm and into his body.
"Hmph—"
He let out a muffled groan. The arm holding his sword trembled violently, and the web of his hand ached and went numb.
His entire body was thrown backward uncontrollably, his feet stumbling more than ten steps across the ground.
Each step left a deep imprint on the hard-packed official road, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading out from around them.
After steadying himself, he glanced down at his right hand, which was still gripping his sword.
Though the skin on the web of his hand hadn't split, his entire right arm was faintly numb, and his fingers trembled slightly.
He looked up, a trace of astonishment appearing in his otherwise unremarkable eyes.
