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Chapter 584

Day 122 – Afternoon, Dungeon, 86F

Dodging just barely with Featherweight Qi, then slicing cleanly. I want to drill the sense of distance, timing, and position into myself, but it’s incredibly difficult. There are only the briefest moments where, based on experience, I can feel that I can cut. With the wind carrying me through Featherweight Qi and hyper-reflexes throwing me around, I wait for the right moment at close range. I don’t make a single mistake as I watch, choosing only that one absolute instant where I can strike.

Drifting through the air, I slip past the phalanx of heavy-armed ghoul soldiers and cleave them in two. Swaying gently, I split their arms, and the greatswords they hold, clean down the middle. Loosely weaving in and out of their attacks, I pass through and sever their heads in a single stroke.

At times, the tip of my staff drops as if