By contrast, Heifeng had been forced back a full eighteen meters before stopping. His feet had sunk into the hard stone slabs of the arena, leaving deep marks three inches long.
Heifeng's face flushed red, and his eyes flashed with alarm. Though neither side had used their full strength in that clash, he had still suffered a slight loss.
Lin Taichu burst into laughter. Seizing the momentum, he charged at Heifeng again. This time, he did not choose to confront him head-on. Instead, he relied on his movement technique, darting and twisting through the air as he continuously attacked Heifeng.
Heifeng's expression darkened, but there was nothing he could do about Lin Taichu. He had discovered that Lin Taichu's movement technique was far too strange; he simply could not track his whereabouts. He was much slower than Lin Taichu, and if he rashly gave chase, he could easily be ambushed.
Therefore, the only thing he could do now was delay for as long as possible.
However, Lin Taichu gave him no chance to stall. Every move and stance was a killing technique, leaving Heifeng in utter misery.
Gradually, Heifeng began to fall into a disadvantage.
At last, Heifeng was forced into a corner of the arena. He no longer had any route of escape.
Heifeng's expression changed several times before he finally gritted his teeth. He kicked off hard with both legs, shooting up like a cheetah. Gripping a sharp blade, he thrust it down at Lin Taichu's head. The strike carried an extremely fierce, razor-sharp force, as though it could tear apart the void.
"Clang!" Lin Taichu reacted swiftly and raised a finger to block the dagger.
"Tap!" Lin Taichu was suddenly knocked back five or six meters.
However, this did not mean he had fallen into a disadvantage.