The Jayzepanese split into groups and took turns attacking.

Ray accepted every strike with a faint smile, yet never counterattacked.

Feints within feints—he wouldn't let them see through him.

In this way, Ray expended virtually nothing, but neither did they. Rotating their attacks meant they could also rotate their recovery. In theory, they could drag this out for a very, very long time.

On the surface, it was a stalemate. In reality, both sides were calculating.

After a moment's thought, R