"Seth! Seth!"
Hawk was stunned by his inexplicably graceful series of evasive moves, but he hurriedly warned him anyway.
To his surprise, Seth shouted, "Stop distracting me!"
"Hey!"
With that, he leaned back to the side as though dodging a flying kick.
"No matter what little tricks my opponent uses, as long as that punch is really going to hit me, my hairs will stand on end! I just need to dodge according to that feeling."
Seth's mind was immersed in darkness, but within that darkness, he could imagine a figure unleashing fierce fighting techniques, attacking him from all directions like a raging storm.
Seth's movements became increasingly composed. From his initially somewhat disheveled dodges, he gradually became calm and unhurried! He had grasped the trick: he only needed to dodge when his hairs trembled! If his hairs did not tremble, it meant the opponent was merely feinting and would not truly touch him!
"I've found the feeling!"
"My body has already completely adapted to combat!"
"Even if I can't see anything, my body... will still know whether the enemy's fist is about to hit me!"
Seth was extremely excited. He had heard of this state before. Some top-tier Illuminati Assassins could dodge sudden attacks even while asleep! Their bodies had already been honed into combat weapons! After countless trials, they seemed to have been born for battle!
"Stop fighting! Stop it, Seth! You've already lost!" Hawk shouted.
Seth's composure seemed to be affected, and his movements became somewhat stiff again, but he still hastily dodged "a punch."
"Don't disturb me! Shut up, Hawk! My combat instincts are about to reach perfection!" Seth roared.
"He hasn't moved at all!" Hawk hurriedly said.
Seth froze. "What?"
"Are you fighting ghosts? There's nothing in front of you except air!" Hawk roared.
"What