SWISH!
The blade's edge flashed, like moonlight spilling down.
This was a strike he was certain would land. The sinister viciousness on Fu Yuanming's face was at its peak.
Beneath the gleaming blade, it was as if Chen Ping'an had eyes in the back of his head. His body twisted and shifted, narrowly dodging the attack.
The expression on Fu Yuanming's face froze. He gasped in shock.
"How is that possible!"
Chen Ping'an moved, quickly creating distance between them.
"I've been watching you!"
The shirt on his back was now in tatters. Though the blade itself hadn't touched him, the razor-sharp air around it had shredded the fabric.
SWISH!
Fu Yuanming's footwork shifted as he lunged forward.
He refused to believe Chen Ping'an could have truly dodged that strike. He wrote it off as a combination of preparedness and sheer luck.
'I'll be damned if I believe that!'
