So Close

The Martial Arts Arena, once filled with boisterous shouts and cheers, had fallen into an uncanny silence.

Nearly everyone had been stunned by the scene unfolding in the arena.

On the field,

Lv Jian immediately unleashed the Misty Steps he was proudest of, displaying astonishing speed. As his body shifted and darted about, he dazzled onlookers' eyes, leaving behind layer upon layer of afterimages.

Lv Jian had assumed that with this movement technique, which had never failed him, he could easily take down Lu Feng, leaving countless white palm prints on his body, face, and even his backside, humiliating him without mercy.

That had also been the shared thought of most people familiar with him.

They believed Lu Feng would surely find it difficult to withstand such blistering speed.

Yet.

To everyone's surprise, although Lv Jian had erupted with astonishing speed from the very start and caught him off guard, Lu Feng remained utterly calm. With only the slightest shift of his body, he effortlessly evaded Lv Jian's approach.

Though the distance he opened was not particularly great, it was neither too much nor too little—exactly far enough that Lv Jian found it difficult to reach him even if he tried to press closer.

More importantly, the posture with which he shifted and evaded was exceptionally beautiful, incomparably free and graceful, a sight pleasing to the eye.

Lu Feng's relaxed, effortless demeanor not only shocked Lv Jian, but left every spectator in the arena staring in astonishment.

No one had expected things to turn out this way.

Che Hui Qiang's face turned livid as he watched, and he could not recover for a long while. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he never would have believed that among people of the same age, someone could deal with