The Dueling Minds

'I can't back down, or he'll have time to launch another attack,' Julius thought, pressing forward as his hazel eyes scanned the lights' trajectory. Inspired by the ghost's head-stand strike, he contorted his limbs and torso at weird angles, dodging the lights by a few millimeters while progressing forward.

Strands of hair fell to the ground as a few superficial cuts ran through his body. Yet, he smiled as the last light flashed by. Then, he imbued fire Qi in his calves, causing them to swell and crack the ground under the pressure before lunging towards the baffled doppelgänger.

"Shit! Why is this weird energy as potent as mana?" The ghost screamed, gathering his thoughts to face the incoming strike. 'He'll aim right after a feint,' he reflected, his eyes gleaming calculatingly, his lips stretching into a smirk. 'I think and predict like you. The moment you strike will sign your death!'