Tssz~
'What!?' Chu Piao's eyes widened in shock.
Chu Piao's eyes widened in disbelief. His attack—his seamless flurry of strikes—had been blocked.
To the spectators, it merely looked like a well-practiced sword formation. Slightly faster, slightly sharper—impressive, but not extraordinary.
But Chu Piao knew better.
He alone understood that what he had unleashed wasn't something a person could block through training or skill. Not even luck would've saved Xiao Fang from that barrage.
'How…?'
Chu Piao halted mid-motion, staring at Xiao Fang with a conflicted expression.
What he was witnessing bordered on the impossible. The precision, the timing—if he didn't know any better, he would've believed Xiao Fang had rehearsed blocking that exact sequence, frame by frame.
And then the realization struck him like a cold blade through the heart:
Xiao Fang wasn't listening anymore. He wasn't reacting with his ears, his eyes, or any external sense.
He was moving purely by instinct.
