Twenty days passed.
The pace in the Blood Court did not slow down. Every morning, before the sun rose above the dark clouds, Kyrian was already in the Blood Core courtyard.
The other five arrived shortly after. The training was never late. Never postponed. Never light.
Kyrian maintained a fixed rule. No Qi. Only body, technique, and instinct.
At the beginning, that seemed like a limitation for them. Over time, it became an advantage. Without Qi to mask flaws, every mistake was exposed. Imprecise movements were punished. Hesitations were exploited. And against Kyrian, nothing went unnoticed.
His eyes analyzed everything.
For him, the movements of the five were still slow. No matter how fast they were, they were still in slow motion before him.
Kyrian was always one step ahead. Two. Sometimes, three. It was this difference that made Kyrian frightening in combat.
Even so, they evolved.
