Spike lashed out, the black whip snaking through the air with a predatory hiss. As it moved, the obsidian shards along its length began to multiply and shift, growing into jagged, poisoned spikes that protruded from every inch of the cord. It wasn't just a whip anymore; it was a living vine of death that could shred armor from any angle.
The first strike caught Ethan by surprise. The whip curled mid-air, a spike shooting out and grazing his shoulder, tearing through his tactical gear.
"Is that all you have? A parlor trick?" Ethan said.
Ethan immediately activated his [Celestial Qi Resonance Scan]. The world slowed to a rhythmic pulse of blue and gold. He could see the electrical impulses in Spike's muscles a split second before she moved. The whip became a series of predictable trajectories.
