Li Ang fell silent for a moment. He then suddenly raised his palm and pointed at his pitch-black eye sockets. "I can see you."
"...What?"
The statement, coming out of nowhere, left the Martial Artist frozen in place.
"I can see you."
Li Ang repeated, slowly saying, "Eyes correspond to sight, ears to hearing, nose to smell, and skin to touch. Humans need to rely on various organs, on the tips of neurons, to perceive everything in the world. But for me now, organs are mere decorations."
He lifted his arm, and the five fingers of his hand dissolved into individual strands of flesh and blood. These peeled away inch by inch, revealing the pure white bones underneath.
"These strands have become an extension of me. They're like a gigantic neural network, spreading out beneath the city district."
