The state he was in right now left him no room for hesitation. He had already caught momentum, his entire body surging forward like an arrow loosed from the bow, locked onto a single collision course with the myriad abyssal fist looming above him.
If he stopped here, even for an instant, everything would collapse.
The momentum would shatter. The flow he had painstakingly aligned would scatter. To gather it again, to reconverge all that power back into his fists, would take more than six full seconds.
That was time he did not have.
Since that was the case, there was only one path left.
A breakthrough at 400%.
The construct behind him had already attached itself to his body. Once that connection was formed, there was no undoing it now.
His original plan had been to use 400% regardless.
Then there was no reason to hesitate.
He would break through with 400%.
The slowness in his vision snapped back to normal.
WHRRRMMM!
