Ash moved to the side, then shifted again, bent his knees low, jumped high into the air, and followed it with a clean backflip.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, he dashed backward at an astonishing speed, his movements were seamless and wild.
His figure blurred into streaks of motion, weaving through the beams with an intensity that felt almost inhuman.
Every second, his body flowed through the chaos, each motion blending into the next with perfect timing.
Occasionally, small sparks of lightning flickered in his wake, a byproduct of his modified Lightning Step. Unlike the original version that blasted him forward recklessly, Ash had revised it; now, he could adjust the distance precisely, allowing for close-range movement without delay.
Just as he caught a moment to breathe, fifteen glowing beams suddenly surged toward him from multiple directions.
