Zhang Chen watched Chu Mingyue rush at him, a cold smile appearing on his lips. If the opponent were using a weapon, with his superior reaction speed and enhanced strength, Zhang Chen might be a bit wary. But now?
Ultrasonic waves spread out, and the orientation of the opponent's muscle lines appeared in his vision. Zhang Chen ignored Chu Mingyue's crashing palm, and his iron sword followed a mysterious trajectory, stabbing toward a certain empty space.
"Zhang Chen's sword is destined to miss. A martial artist trained in Qi Blood and an ordinary martial artist are two entirely different species." Someone exclaimed in surprise.
Xiaodouding tightly clenched his fists in his sleeves, his eyes filled with tension.
To outsiders, it seemed Zhang Chen was falling behind due to his speed, and that his sword had missed. But only Zhang Chen knew, this strike was bound to hit.
