Infinitely Close

Ian stood still. His face showed no emotion, and his eyes were sharp and clear like ice. With the Cold Mind in full control, his whole body moved with perfect flow. There was no wasted motion. No extra energy spent. He vanished and appeared behind Adam in a blink, throwing a punch aimed at the side of his head. At the same time, his foot swept low, and a second punch followed from the front.

Adam gently stepped back, hands still behind him. With only one finger, he blocked both punches at once, tapping Ian's wrist and knee at just the right spot. The attacks were stopped cold.

"Not bad," Adam said with a calm tone. "Your control is better now. Your footwork is smooth. But your center of gravity still shifts too early before each move. I can read it."