After Wei Jie finished speaking, his whole body turned into a fading shadow as he chased after Su Chen.
He moved swiftly. As he ran, he was like a gust of wind sweeping through the forest, setting flowers, grass, and leaves swaying in his wake. Before long, he caught up with Su Chen.
"Yang Guo, you think you can get away?" Wei Jie appeared in front of Su Chen with a sudden shift, his voice cold.
"I'm not Yang Guo!" Su Chen replied. Though he was still one-armed, he had changed his clothes.
"Heh, quit pretending." Wei Jie sneered. "If I'm not mistaken, Yang Guo probably isn't your real name, is it?"
Su Chen said nothing. His eyes darted about as if searching for a way to escape.
Seeing this, Wei Jie shook his head with a laugh. "Trying to run? If you hadn't been found out, you might've had a chance. But now? You could grow wings and still wouldn't escape!"
"I have a question." Su Chen didn't answer him, instead asking in return.
"What question?" Wei Jie asked, puzzled.
"Why do you talk so much?"
Before his voice had even faded, Su Chen sprang into action. He didn't flee—instead, he lunged straight at Wei Jie.
"Know your limits!"
A cold glint flashed in Wei Jie's eyes as he shot forward. When he was less than three meters from Su Chen, his body suddenly tilted.
He slammed both palms against the ground. The force sent his horizontal body hurtling through the air toward Su Chen.
His feet thrashed, swift as lightning, his advance as fierce as thunder.
Gusts of force surged in every direction, rattling the eardrums and making it hard to follow the blur of movement.
Just as Wei Jie's feet were about to reach him, Su Chen