More," he whispered, voice trembling with excitement. "Show me more…"
His eyes gleamed with a dangerous hunger.
He was mad for the fight.
Every blow landed, every dodge executed, Sion copied her style more fluidly, his body adapting, his power increasing.
And all the while, his dual mind whispered chaotic nonsense to keep her irritated and off-balance, draining her mana and composure.
The woman faltered for just a second, her expression twisting.
And Sion pounced.
A perfect replica of her technique—combined with his system's enhancements—struck her squarely in the chest, forcing her backward.
"You're… copying me?" she growled.
Sion's smile widened, eyes wild.
"No," he corrected, licking the blood from his lip.
"I'm evolving."
Her eyes darted nervously. She could feel her mana draining rapidly from the continuous exchanges, her composure shattered by his confusing words and relentless adaptability.
"Damn it…" she hissed under her breath.
Her silver aura flickered weakly. She realized it now—she had underestimated him.
"I need to retreat," she thought.
She spun on her heel and bolted toward the dense forest.
But Sion's eyes narrowed with deadly focus.
"Soul Tracking," he whispered.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION] Skill Activated: Soul Tracking Target Locked: Fleeing Hostile - 13 meters ahead
Blue spectral orbs hovered into view, marking her position perfectly behind the trees.
Sion darted after her like a shadow.