Perhaps from the very beginning, combat split into two kinds.

One ends before it even starts.

The other ends the instant it begins.

Those truly versed in battle know how to fight.

It’s not like youthful brawls with friends.

No—they move with the intent to take lives.

Eyes darting, seeking an opening.

Nerves taut, breath steady, to stay calm and ready.

Ready to step forward—one step or many.

Or perhaps one step is enough.

With that single step, victory is decided.

"Die."

Abraham knew her moves just by looking at the frail girl before him.

He knew exactly where to strike.

Even with this beastkin girl putting on a fierce act, he wasn’t fazed.

If anything, her self-deceiving stance boosted his confidence.

Believing her eyes could track her body was her fatal flaw.

Why? This fox-eared girl didn’t know how to fight.

Loose posture. Unstable stance.

Openings everywhere.

Even a frontal assault, Abraham was certain his fangs would tear her apart.

But he preferred watching prey run.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph."

He sneered.

Nothing existed his teeth couldn’t crush.

And she dared to block him with that rusted steel?

Ridiculous. Truly ridiculous.

So he attacked from behind.

Once behind her, victory was his.

With that thought, Abraham lunged, fangs aimed at Shen Yuan Yuhu’s shoulder.

Victory is mine!

[Kaminari Wind Return Style: Immovable King]

But just as he was about to tear flesh from Shen Yuan Yuhu’s shoulder, an eerie wind pressure surged from all directions, slamming into him.

"This... this is..."

He felt it—the gale, sharp as blades, laced with killing intent.

But feeling it meant nothing. Abraham knew he couldn’t dodge.

Couldn’t even see the attacks coming.

In a fraction of a second, within millimeters of him, several bright, chilling slashes appeared.

They struck true, sending him flying.

He crashed to the ground, covered in blood.