Chapter 951 – I'm Good at Any 'Fighting Style'
Yue stared at him.
The battlefield was silent.
Even the cracked black stone seemed to stop repairing itself for a second, as if the pocket dimension itself had paused to admire the sheer audacity of that defense.
Yue's long sleeve fluttered in the stale crimson air. One side of her hanfu was scorched. A lock of hair had fallen across her cheek. Her usually serene ancient-dragon composure looked like it had been placed in a furnace, lightly fried, then presented back to her with Lux's signature stamped on it.
"You…"
Her finger trembled as she pointed at him.
"Y-You!"
Lux looked calm.
Too calm.
That alone made it worse.
Yue inhaled through her nose. "You obeyed the rules and broke the rules at the same time!"
Lux immediately shook his head. "Denied."
"Denied?"
"Yes."
"You cannot deny reality."
"I deny interpretation."
