Fang Yu's pupils contracted.
"You... you know my cultivation level." His voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "You've been watching me."
'There it is,' Shi Jing thought with satisfaction.
Without warning, Fang Yu lunged forward, his rusted blade cutting through the air with surprising speed.
The crimson streaks along the metal left trails of bloody light as he aimed directly for Shi Jing's throat.
"Seven Blood Finger — First Finger!" Fang Yu roared, his desperate qi pouring into the attack.
Shi Jing sidestepped effortlessly, his movement technique flowing like mist in the wind.
To Fang Yu's eyes, it appeared as though Shi Jing had simply... flickered out of existence for a split second.
'This movement technique again,' Elder Wang observed from his hiding spot, his eyes gleaming with interest.
'No matter how many times I see it, I still can't fully grasp its principles.'
"Impressive," Shi Jing commented as he reappeared three steps to the left, completely unruffled.
