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... was just enough time to let out half a breath.
But once the clash began, there would be no time to breathe at all, so even calling it “half a breath” was a stretch.
Enkrid didn’t try to close that gap. He didn’t chase after it.
Instead, he used the time Onekiller gave him with care.
He posed questions and sought answers, reinterpreting the situation based on intuition, drawing out what he needed from the library of his experience.
It would take a long time ...
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