A killing strike…
Not a tentative approach or warning.
But a genuine fatal blow directed toward the position where Lin stood. Electricity sparking around his fist moving with huge speed that would've connected if she didn't have insane reflexes perfected during a lifetime of combat and if she hadn't seen the technique before.
The strike was even faster than he'd been moving moments ago. Enhanced by corruption and stolen energy and whatever the seed was doing to his cultivation base.
But it was also sloppy.
For someone like Lin it was telegraphed and committed fully to a single trajectory without feint or deception or any of the sophistication his techniques now normally employed.
Like an attack from a beast rather than a Gold-rank genius multi tamer with years of training.
Because he was operating on instinct rather than thought. Reacting rather than strategizing. Just lashing out at movement without considering what or who he was striking.
