Waving his arm, Ulric dispelled his Absolute Stillness as a wry smile spread across his face.
Instantly, the charging figures locked in frozen postures broke free. Their bodies moved to attack the space where the dark-robed youth had once stood.
But just as they expected, his figure had already vanished, appearing at one edge of the training room.
Pausing briefly, they all turned their gazes toward Ulric as a multitude of emotions flashed across their faces.
Even if they attacked at full strength, they had never anticipated their strikes leaving even the slightest trace of damage on the black-robed youth. He was simply that strong.
But given the time and effort they had poured into their training, they had hoped that with their combined strength they could at least display their growth by forcing him into a single exchange.
They just never thought he could shatter their momentum before they even launched it.
And that last move?
