Old White Fang blurred. In the next instant, he was behind me. I pushed my Agility to its utmost limit, dodging the swing of his blades by a hair’s breadth.But I had this fight now. All I needed to do was [Taunt] him again at the most opportune time, then finish the kill.I retaliated. He met my blade. The white coating of his blades exploded, black Anti-Light power arcing between us. The old man grunted and leapt backward, looking down at his knives. The white coating still arced with black Anti-Light that seemed to devour it. Old White Fang dissipated the qi manifestation coating his blades, and the Anti-Light disappeared with it. He frowned, looking down, then with focus, the coating returned, this time unwavering in the world.“I see.” Old White Fang said. “My mind has been clouded for too long. That medicine cleared my mind, too. Had I ever really tried since coming here? Our victory felt too hollow.”Something in the air shifted. Old White Fang was drinking in qi like a river. The barrier around us, too, was pulling in qi — attuned to the moon, if I had to guess, by a pulling at the qi in the air. But Old White Fang was plainly speaking only to himself. I lifted my sword and began to cycle my movement technique, stepping forward. Old White Fang slammed his foot into the roof. It exploded around him in a rain of splinters and dust, and he disappeared in the cloud that arose from it, falling into the building below. I heard his food steps race towards me and stepped away in time for a knife to explode out from the roof below me, still coated in that flickering white. The second knife flew at an angle, missing my leg by inches.It was pure training that kept me moving backwards to dodge the third. Then Old White Fang erupted through the roof and into the sky, grabbing the first knife before throwing it back down at me.He was fast. Fast and stronger than he had been a moment ago, with his mind cleared and dedicated to (...)