Lu Chengwen fled for his life.
But no matter how fast he ran, how he changed his route, or even which temporary hiding places he chose...
The other man would always appear behind him without warning, in an utterly bizarre fashion.
Lu Chengwen's lungs felt ready to burst from running, yet that ghostlike man kept appearing at his side.
At last, Lu Chengwen leaned against a large tree, watching the man as he panted and shouted furiously:
"I can't run anymore! Kill me or torture me, do whatever you want!"
The man looked at Lu Chengwen coldly and slowly drew his sword.
There was something strange about the man's expression. He seemed unwilling to accept something, as if he had expected to find something in Lu Chengwen but had not.
"Great Grandmaster seems to have miscalculated again. With your talent, it's impossible for you to pose any threat to me."
Lu Chengwen hurriedly said, "Right! Right, right, right! He definitely got it wrong! Listen, Old Man Wu and I are friends. You know Haonan and Shanj i, right? Those two bastards! The three of us are tight as hell! They make mistakes sometimes too, let alone your master!?"
The man suddenly widened his eyes. "You dare insult my Great Grandmaster! Courting death!"
Lu Chengwen froze. Damn it! I hit another sore spot!
This script feels like it was custom-made to kill me today. I'm dead for sure!
Lu Chengwen turned and ran. With a sharp slash, the man's longsword cut open his arm.
Lu Chengwen clutched his arm.
As he ran, he recalled what he had learned!
Don't use brute force, don't use brute force. I can't just blindly run on muscle memory!
Adjust my breathing, lower my weight as much as possible, feel it!
*Feel the unity between man