It became the foundation of all breathing, whether for self-sustenance or for martial arts. And only now, when he applied to Martial Artists across the entire continent, could he notice this fundamental flaw and exploit it to negate her attacks ever so slightly.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Attack after attack, the Noosphere blasted him with an endless onslaught. And yet, his defensive prowess only rose, growing stronger and stronger as he constructed a predictive model that allowed him to predict each and every single attack.
See through each and every single weakness.
Autocorpus reacted instantaneously, allowing him to obtain just the slightest of shifts to prevent the worst from happening.
And yet, he was just barely hanging on despite this.
Each blow still inflicted damage.
Each strike still hurt him.
Each attack threatened to bring him closer to death.
And yet, he endured.
