"It's not looking good..."
As numerous thoughts rapidly flashed through his mind, Fu Qian muttered to himself and his entire being turned into an afterimage, disappearing from the spot.
He could almost confirm that Luyi had no idea what he was planning to do.
But encountering such an obstruction in just a moment indicated that the one benefiting from home-field advantage likely had a substantial grasp on his movements and had listed him as the primary target.
Not surprising, since my enmity levels have always been terrifyingly stable.
But do you think, as a fellow swordsman, I don't have Mr. Li Sr.'s tactics?
With a cold laugh, Fu Qian leapt over the stone platform and charged deep into the corridor with thunderous momentum.
The art of feints has always been something I'm exceedingly skilled at.
