Suddenly Coming to Their Senses, Seeing Sister Mengmeng Again

He did not need to bristle his whiskers. His keen facial nerves could naturally gather information at high speed. Within the cone-shaped space in front of his face, roughly one meter out, everything lay within his enhanced sensory zone.

At first, he could only see things with his eyes. Later, he added the Formless Wind sensing layer. Now, he had added a facial nerve sensory network as well.

The final result of these layers stacked upon one another was—

"Meow—!" A particularly streetwise-looking cat Boss raised a paw and threw out a flurry of Meow-Meow Fists like a boxer, afterimages overlapping like phantoms. Cat Boss was extremely confident. Forget sluggish humans—even among the tomcats of three nearby streets, not one could keep up with his paw speed. That was the confidence behind his long-term monopoly over mating rights with beautiful cats.

But Shi Tiexin extended a single finger, jabbing out with whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, lightly poking the cat's head over and over. He smoothed its fur, withdrew, then jabbed right back in after retreating.

Cat Boss meowed furiously, but his two paws could not touch that hateful finger no matter what. His ordinarily unstoppable high-speed claws were all nimbly and precisely evaded. His powerful whisker-sensing network seemed to be suppressed by an even more powerful sensor, leaving him no matter how hard he tried with nothing but pokes to endure and no way to strike back.

Yet Shi Tiexin was having the time of his life.

Kung Fu had always had the concept of listening to the bridge—using senses beyond sight to capture an enemy's movements and counterattack. Generally speaking, this referred to touch, but the feedback speed of tactile nerve endings was relatively slow. After all, there was still a layer of spinal nerves between the nerve endings and