Reon swiftly activated his Identify skill, his gaze darting in every direction as he scanned his surroundings. But no matter how intensely he searched, the man's presence remained completely elusive.
His skill was precise, capable of extracting detailed information from a pinpointed target—but without a clear focus, it was useless.
Instead, all he could detect were the trees, insects, and scattered herbs in his path—everything except the enemy lurking in the shadows.
"How cute! That confused look of yours is quite nice. Now, I'd love to see the fear in your eyes too." The young man sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.
"I was curious about how you managed to find me before, but it turns out… it was nothing more than a cheap little trick."
Moving with blinding speed, the young man unleashed his First, Second, and Third styles in perfect harmony, his movements flowing with effortless precision.
