However—
SWISH!
Faced with a storm of saber light that could easily shred a peak high-rank Martial Artist, the green-clothed virtual man showed no hesitation or panic.
He casually raised the long staff in his hand. With a few light flicks of his wrist at an imperceptible frequency, the staff transformed into a tight, circular barrier of afterimages.
DING DING DING DING DING DING---!!!
A series of crisp clashes, so dense they almost overlapped, rang out like a sudden squall beating against banana leaves. Sparks flew wildly where the staff's afterimages met the saber's light.
The seemingly overwhelming torrent of saber light crashed against it like waves on the hardest reef. The steady, simple barrier of afterimages precisely blocked and deflected every strike, preventing it from advancing even an inch.
The green-clothed man hadn't even budged an inch.
