"Die!"
Without a word, Blood Shadow stomped, shattering the ground beneath him.
He threw his entire body forward, the Battle Saber in his hand reeking of bloodlust as it descended with the force of a mountain cleaver, aiming straight for Han Feng's neck.
The slash was incredibly fast and utterly vicious.
There were no flashy moves, just a pure, overwhelming crush of speed and power!
However, in Han Feng's Spiritual Vision, the world seemed to slow to a crawl.
The violent flow of Qi Blood within Blood Shadow's body, the contraction of his muscle fibers, even the trajectory of the slash and the three follow-up variations—it all appeared clearly in his mind.
'To the left, deflect fifteen degrees.'
Han Feng recited inwardly as his body, at the very last second, executed a sideways dodge that seemed to defy the laws of human mechanics.
SWISH!
The cold edge of the blade scraped past his faceplate, kicking up a shower of sparks.
Blood Shadow's pupils contracted violently.
