Like a Prophet, Olivia's hand landed precisely on Roger's shoulder, as if the two had rehearsed beforehand. Between her striking and landing, Olivia went through a bizarre transformation.
This transformation was completely illogical.
Yet it precisely anticipated Roger's movement trajectory.
"You cannot escape."
"No one can escape from my grasp." In the latter part of her words, Olivia's tone was filled with undoubted confidence.
With a slight shake of his shoulder, Roger tried to escape from Olivia's palm using special force techniques, but each of his movements, even the dozens of changes within a second, could not evade Olivia's judgment.
No, this could no longer be called judgment.
Having studied with Sword Master Cold Crow, Roger believed his comprehension of swordsmanship surpassed that of most Transcendents, and he could even be confidently assertive that in countless worlds, only a very few could reach a similar level as he did.
