The moment trouble broke out on Central River Chen's side, Lin Chuan saw the entire sequence through the Rinnegan's shared vision. But he had no time to think, because the battle on his own side erupted at the same time.
The Fusion Stage assassin was incredibly fast. He crossed a hundred meters almost instantly. Concealed by this absolute darkness, there was practically no way to counter him. If his target had been a cultivator from another major faction rather than Lin Chuan, the assassination would have succeeded nearly one hundred percent of the time.
The instant the assassin drew near, Lin Chuan's Mangekyō Sharingan suddenly focused. As its eye power burst forth, it saw through the movement technique he had used and his entire path of advance.
Swish!
A strange dark-gray ripple surged from the assassin's palm and shot straight for Lin Chuan's throat. The entire attack was soundless. If not for Lin Chuan's Sharingan allowing him to see it, there would have been no way to evade it.
At that critical moment, Lin Chuan remained completely calm. He stepped sideways, tilting his body slightly, and narrowly avoided the strange dark-gray ripple. At the same time, his right hand swept through the air toward the assassin's throat.
"Hmm?"
The assassin had already been preparing to retreat, but his expression abruptly changed. He could feel that his attack had failed to hit its target, which he found utterly unbelievable.
In an environment like this, his assassination should have been guaranteed to hit. How could anyone possibly evade it?
Unless they had detected it beforehand. But this darkness was the power of an Earthly Immortal. Ordinary cultivators could not possibly break through it...
In the instant he hesitated, a dim, slender sword light suddenly appeared in Lin Chuan's previously empty right hand.