Without the slightest hesitation, Lichuan kicked off the wall, his body leaping back violently. He covered twenty feet in a single bound, but instead of jumping again upon landing, he hugged the ground and rolled another ten feet.
The entire sequence was incredibly smooth.
Had someone been behind him, this maneuver would not only have been an evasion but also the prelude to a series of killing blows. If his opponent dared to pursue, he could have launched a swift counterattack.
Lichuan rolled to his feet and dropped to one knee. He leaned forward, holding his short blade horizontally before him as he stared ahead, his face a mask of vigilance.
The pursuit he expected never came. Lichuan saw a young man standing quietly beneath the window, watching him with a placid expression.
Lichuan's face flushed with heat. 'The other guy said a single sentence, didn't even lift a finger, and it sent me scrambling like a trained monkey?'
'How humiliating!'
