Chen Yi stood by the lake, the night breeze brushing gently past him. He looked calm and confident. His left hand rested casually in his pocket, giving him a carefree air, while his right hand was raised high, palm open.
A black-and-red aura began to gather in Chen Yi's palm, forming a spinning ball of energy. Like a crescent moon in the night sky, it radiated a mysterious and powerful force.
But Chen Yi could tell the energy ball was still far too small. He gave a soft snort.
"Condense!"
At Chen Yi's command, the spiritual energy around him rushed frantically toward his palm, swelling rapidly like a miniature sun and illuminating the darkness. His figure seemed even taller in the light.
Beneath the night sky by the lake, Chen Yi moved as if performing a carefully choreographed routine, every detail full of power and grace. His right hand clenched in midair, then smoothly shifted shape until it resembled a gun, his index finger aimed at the woods ahead.
As Chen Yi moved, his right hand seemed to truly grip an invisible gun. His index finger held steady on its target. The air around him seemed to freeze, waiting for his next move.
In Chen Yi's palm, the spinning ball of energy rapidly changed, shrinking until it condensed into a gemstone-like object that shone brilliantly. This was no longer a simple gathering of energy, but its ultimate compression and refinement.
As the energy reached its utmost concentration, Chen Yi made a sharp sound:
"Bang!"
The energy ball shot through the night sky, trailing a dazzling streak of light as it flew straight toward the distant forest.
