Qin Jue held the Cold Iron Sword across his body. He turned the blade and deflected the claw.
The two of them exchanged more than a dozen blows in an instant.
Yan Shuang grew more frantic as the fight went on.
He had discovered a deeply unsettling fact: this kid at the Hundred Refinements Fifth Layer could dodge every one of his attacks.
Not barely. With ease.
Every time Yan Shuang struck, it was as if his opponent already knew where the blow would land. Qin Jue always slipped away from the deadliest angle at just the right moment, then lightly deflected Yan Shuang's force with the flat of his sword.
That kid's eyes... Yan Shuang's heart tightened.
He noticed the faint silver-white glow in Qin Jue's eyes. It wasn't a normal gaze. They were like two clear mirrors, reflecting everything about him.
Even more alarming to Yan Shuang was that Qin Jue had noticed both of his attempts to ambush him with hidden needles before they could land.
"How could you possibly dodge that?" Yan Shuang finally blurted out.
Qin Jue's blade swept in an arc before him, forcing him to retreat a step.
"Too slow." Qin Jue shook his head. "Your every move is full of openings to me."
Below the stage, Yao Qingdai stared wide-eyed and tugged at her sister's arm. "His eyes... are they glowing?"
Yao Qingluo had seen it too. The silver-white light in Qin Jue's eyes was faint, but still clearly visible in the sunlight. It wasn't some optical trick, but a martial art she had never seen before.
"What kind of martial art is that? He can anticipate his opponent's moves... He can predict their attacks in advance." Yao Qingluo murmured to herself.
On the platform, the fight had already lasted more than