With a sudden, almost imperceptible surge of power, Issac Monroe moved.
SWISH!
His form became a blur, a ghost-like apparition that, in the blink of an eye, tore through the intricate, layered defenses of the three Pitman family brothers. His speed was devastating, his force irresistible, like a relentless avalanche, sweeping aside all opposition. In that fleeting instant, the three Pitman family brothers, caught completely off guard, were sent sprawling backward in three distinct directions, their carefully coordinated formation utterly shattered.
They staggered to their feet, their faces etched with profound shock and a dawning realization of their immense miscalculation. They had not even perceived the subtlest movement, the most fleeting gesture of Issac Monroe’s attack. Their highl
