In the midst of the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang was like a precision fighting machine, keenly detecting a subtle shift in the attack rhythm of the black-robed man, who increasingly relied on the bracelet emitting an eerie glow. In an instant, a spark of inspiration flashed through his mind, like a brilliant meteor streaking across the pitch-black night sky, illuminating the entire battlefield. A cunning glint flickered in his eyes, followed by a resolute decision to take a daring gamble.
At this moment, Shi Feiyang's eyes shone with confidence, a light as piercing as the dawn breaking through layers of mist, carrying an unwavering belief in victory. He deliberately slowed his steps, swinging his Myanmar Saber with seemingly chaotic, flawed motions, but in truth laying a meticulously set trap to lure the black-robed man in.
