Three intersecting sheets of blinding astral sword light came together upon Lin Tao’s neck, heart, and chest muscle.
SHING-SHING!
The sound shifted weight was so intense that the air inside the triangle collapsed into an empty pocket. That created an implosive blast wave that cracked the flat stone slabs beneath Lin Tao’s boots.
To the audience in the raised galleries, Lin Tao was fully diced into four separate quarters. The white sword light passed cleanly through his torso, casting sharp cross-shaped shadows of his dark shape against the southern wall.
“He’s cut!” a sword student cheered from the Heavenly Sword gallery. “Three same-time planes! Nobody survives the Tri-Star-pattern!”
The light cleared.
Lin Tao was standing in the exact center of the three intersecting cuts.
His head was tilted three degrees to the left. His right shoulder was dipped two inches down. His left hip was drawn half an inch back.
