章節 1807: Mourn

Ryu stood shakily, blood leaking from every orifice. At some point, the blood coming from his eyes had become a deep black, but soon, he forcefully stabilized his position, standing tall and straight. 

The breath coming from him roared like cyclones, his momentum piercing into the skies. 

He had had this thought for a very long time. It was just that he had never acted on it. 

[Lines of Fate] didn't create things from thin air. Rather, it showed him an amalgamation of all the Fate in the world in the form of lines, predictions, and percentages. 

Those lines of Fate could just as easily be called Karmic Strings, because that was what they were. 

So… 

What if he cut them? 

Levying such a strike was almost impossible. It would require a technique that was impossibly profound.