WHOOSH—! WHOOSH—! WHOOSH—!
Lu Xiangyuan's figure blurred again, faster than before, flickering across the stage like a phantom.
He bounced from spot to spot—left, right, high, low—changing directions so rapidly that even his afterimages left afterimages.
(I will increase my speed to the point that he can't react even if he is able to predict my attack.)
This time, he came from the front.
A suicidal angle for most, but the last direction anyone would anticipate—from right in front of Bai Zihan's gaze.
A cruel grin twisted on Lu Xiangyuan's face.
(THERE! React to THIS if you can—!)
He thrust forward, sword trembling with speed enough to split the air—
SLAP!!!
Another crisp, merciless sound cracked across the arena.
Then—
BOOOOM—!!
Lu Xiangyuan was sent flying again, flipping in midair before slamming onto the tiles face-first.
"…He… he got slapped again…"
"No way! That makes two… TWO slaps… And Bai Zihan doesn't seem to take this seriously."
