As the soccer ball hurtled toward him, Frank Yates felt a wave of oppressive pressure—Force Energy—rolling off it even before impact.
He's serious, Frank realized. An ordinary person couldn't generate this kind of power.
He didn't panic. Frank mobilized the Spirit Power in his Energy Center, channeling it swiftly down his right arm. Just as the ball was about to smash into his hand, he attempted something new: Projecting Spirit Power.
He pushed an invisible cushion of energy out from his palm.
To the n***d eye, nothing happened. But to Frank's heightened senses, the speeding ball seemed to hit a wall of thick syrup about an inch from his skin. It paused for a fraction of a second—a micro-moment that neutralized its kinetic violence.
It was like a speeding car slamming on the brakes.
