The atmosphere on the Martial Arts Platform tightened once again.
Night Falcon and Ling Suxin stood facing each other a hundred zhang apart.
One wore a somber black robe, his eyes as deep as the night; the other was clad in flowing white, her bearing pure and serene as a lotus.
Unlike Hei Wufeng's overbearing darkness-based imperial might, which had attempted to crush everything with absolute strength, the dark aura around Night Falcon was far more restrained and profound. It seemed to merge with the shadows across the entire Martial Arts Platform, elusive and difficult to fathom.
"Saintess, forgive me." Night Falcon's voice was calm as he made the first move.
He did not directly unfold a vast dark domain or condense a heaven-shaking Dharma form like Hei Wufeng. Instead, his figure gave a slight sway, and he seemed to transform into a faint shadow. Clinging to the ground, he shot silently toward Ling Suxin along a strange, unpredictable arc!
His speed was astonishing, and his trajectory was so tricky that it dazzled the eyes.
Shadow Movement Technique, Following Like a Shadow!
This was a movement technique he had developed by combining the Black Heaven Ancient Clan's movement arts with his own understanding. It brought the concealment and swiftness of shadows to their utmost, intending to test Ling Suxin's reactions and perception after her consumption.
Although he and Ling Suxin were both clones of the main body, and their battle was merely a performance meant to help Night Falcon make a name for himself, since it was a performance, they still had to make it convincing—at the very least, they could not arouse the suspicions of the old foxes present.
Ling Suxin's eyes were clear, and her expression remained tranquil.
She seemed entirely unconfused by Night Falcon's bizarre movement technique.