Chapter 34
Clash.
Again.
And again.
Then—
A gap.
Small.
Brief.
But real.
Rudeus saw it.
Moved.
Struck.
Tap.
Direct hit.
Paul froze.
That wasn't luck.
That wasn't chance.
That was—
Skill.
Refined.
Controlled.
Earned.
"…You read me."
Rudeus shook his head slightly.
"…No."
A pause.
"…My body did."