He turned a blind eye.
He received but did not perceive.
In his eyes, he only saw the defense of his opponent.
He ignored all attacks, seeking only the word "fast".
Faster, even faster!
Seize time!
Fight for life!
Kill someone first, or be killed first, don't consider a third option!
His momentum was too fierce, his movements too swift!
Wu Ling was almost in a momentary daze on the spiritual soul level, and Jiang Wang had already dashed in.
From the iron-cast crown on his head, a cascade of textual energy fell like a waterfall.
The great river surged, relentless for a thousand years.
It formed into four words, "Immovable as a Mountain".
In an instant, the air became thick, and everything that was about to approach, or had already approached, became sluggish.
One who is adept at warfare cannot be unprepared for contingencies.
In a struggle between life and death, who would be careless?
