This was going to be Liam's third official battle and his first since fighting Xuan Zhi and Fang Cheng almost two weeks ago.
He smiled to himself as the orc's club came down in a blur of motion. The swing split the air apart with enough force to make an ordinary man freeze in terror and lose
control.
Behind Liam, the tank shouted hoarsely, "Are you insane? Dodge!"
But Liam didn't even glance back. He didn't feel danger from the orc's attack. If anything at all, he felt curiosity.
He waited until the last possible instant—then moved.
To the adventurers watching, it looked as if he simply vanished. One moment he stood there, the next he wasn't.
The club smashed into empty air, cracking the ground where he had been standing. A gust of dust and hot wind followed the impact.
The orc blinked stupidly, confused, its crimson eyes darting left and right.
