Abigor walked toward him. He glanced at the katana in Ken's hand.
"Your swordsmanship is far better than I expected. That first attack nearly took my head off."
His smile turned cruel. "But skill alone won't save you."
Abigor lifted his palm. "Especially when you're fighting someone on an entirely different level."
A violent gravitational force dragged Ken forward.
However, the moment his body began moving, Ken's eyes flashed.
He had been waiting for this.
Rather than resisting the pull, he allowed it to accelerate him toward Abigor.
His right hand tightened around the katana's hilt. His left hand steadied the scabbard.
He drew in a breath. 'If he wants to bring me closer, I'll use that momentum.'
[Tenchi Style: Second Form — Crescent Severance]
Ken swung his katana in a sweeping horizontal arc. The blade traced a curved path through the air, resembling a crescent moon.
At first, the slash seemed aimed directly at Abigor's chest.
