Having thought through the outcome of killing him, Lin Que grinned broadly, one leg forward and one back, his back arched.
The muscles throughout his body instantly contracted and tensed, turning him into a great bow drawn to its limit.
He had painstakingly trained in his family's Profound Leopard Body Tempering Technique for twenty years, practicing diligently every day without fail. At thirty, he had completed Marrow Cleansing and leaped into the ranks of Jinghong Gang's foremost experts. His twin blades were fierce and ruthless, their might renowned across the Golden Water River.
That was why he had taken command of a hall while still in his thirties.
"Secret Art: Fang!"
Boing!
He shot forward like an arrow loosed from its string, vanishing abruptly from an ordinary person's sight.
Chen Mu saw only a blur of black before two gleaming blade lights suddenly appeared before him.
The crossing blade lights resembled silver shears, carrying a chilling aura as they snipped toward his throat.
The attack was far faster than an ordinary Marrow Cleansing martial artist, leaving Chen Mu no time to release Spirit-Disturbing Smoke.
In that flash of lightning, the results of his countless brief bouts of Body Tempering Technique practice revealed themselves.
The blade lights seemed to slow countless times over, while Chen Mu's body became as light as a sheet of paper. He drifted softly backward at an angle, then pushed off with his left leg and darted sharply to the right.
Splat!
The wooden cabin door was instantly cut in two.
Chen Mu appeared at the edge of the deck, staring at the wrecked cabin door with lingering fear.
If he had failed to dodge just now, his head would have been sent flying.
"Oh? You actually managed to dodge? What a pleasant surprise."
"Fighting back is