pponent, nor did he try to understand his own . He was entirely driven by what was seemingly an instinctual feeling driven into his bones . Accompanied by that primal urge that only kept growing stronger the longer the battle went on, every fiber of his being – down to the very last atom – held a very simple and straightforward belief: I cannot lose! It’s not that he was unwilling to lose, but rather that he thought losing was simply an impossibility . His Qi was stirred to much that if it were anyone else in his situation, there’s no doubt that their meridians would directly rapture and they’d be crippled for life . However, to him, it was an ecstatic feeling; every one of his blood vessels, veins, muscles and nerves worked at twice their maximum output, circulating Qi throughout his entire body ceaselessly . <Empyrean Writ> burned forth like a maddened dog, pulling in Qi and refining at speeds that would leave others aghast were they to witness it . They had already exchanged over three hundred moves, yet Lino didn’t feel even a whiff of exhaustion . He was cut roughly two hundred times all over, yet pain was a concept he seemingly forgot . He was entirely drowned in the delirium of the battle against a foe he could hardly defeat, as though he’d abandoned his sanity completely and fought purely to overcome a wall which seemed so high it towered the sky itself . There was only one thought in his mind, overbearing to the point of extinguishing all others: Victory!!