The gray-robed man's figure flickered.
His advance seemed unremarkable, yet it carried a strange sense of lag.
Although he was dashing forward, Li Wen perceived a subtle dissonance in the flow of time around the man's body. It was as if his afterimage lagged a split second behind his actual form.
This was an application of the Time Law at the Peak of Saint Realm.
It created minuscule time differentials to interfere with an opponent's judgment.
"Time Ripple: Stagnation!" Li Wen grunted, mobilizing his own Time Law to try and counteract the effect.
A silvery ripple, nearly invisible to the naked eye, spread out from him, attempting to smooth out the subtle temporal turbulence.
However, the gray-robed man's response was even more ingenious.
Just before Li Wen's "Stagnation" ripple could reach him, the long saber in his hand shot out at an angle that defied logic.
Where the blade passed, it left behind a swath of briefly solidified space-time fragments.
