「That night, in the basement.」
The Virtual Cabin opened, and Xu Wuyi lay down inside.
A pure white space unfolded, and the Illusion coalesced.
Xu Wuyi didn't immediately set up his gravity traps. Instead, he observed.
He let the Illusion attack first.
As the first sword thrust came, Xu Wuyi sidestepped to evade it, making no move to counter-attack.
The second sword strike: he retreated half a step, again only dodging.
The third sword, the fourth sword…
For the first thirty moves, Xu Wuyi remained purely on the defensive.
His Spiritual Power spread out like a fine net, enveloping the entire combat space and capturing every detail of the Illusion's movements:
the angle of its sword strikes, the trajectory of its movements, the fluctuating intensity of its Sword Intention, the nodes of its Space Folding…
This information surged into his sea of consciousness like a river, where it was absorbed, analyzed, and organized by the great, dark-gold marsh within.
