Adaptation

It was neither the laying of traps nor localized enhancement. Instead, with himself as the center, he formed an ever-changing gravitational field within a radius of thirty feet around him.

At times, gravity tripled; at others, it halved. Sometimes it veered left, sometimes it twisted right. There was no pattern, no logic—only completely random changes.

When Shao Yu's next sword thrust entered that area, an extraordinarily slight deviation appeared.

The sword tip should have pierced Xu Wuyi's left shoulder, but under the influence of the gravitational field, its path shifted downward by less than half an inch.

That half-inch deviation made the sword tip skim past Xu Wuyi's sleeve without injuring his flesh.

A flicker of surprise passed through Shao Yu's eyes.

He did not withdraw his sword. Instead, he smoothly changed moves, the sword light turning as he thrust again.

But this time, the gravitational field changed once more, and the sword's trajectory deviated again.

Once, twice, three times...

Shao Yu's swift sword remained an unbroken torrent, but with the gravitational field's interference, every strike suffered a slight deviation.

Each deviation was tiny on its own, but accumulated together, they made his sword no longer as precise as before.

Xu Wuyi finally had a chance to catch his breath.

He did not counterattack immediately. Instead, under the cover of the gravitational field, he began making preparations.

Gravity Seeds were quietly planted one after another—not distributed evenly, but placed deliberately at key positions according to Shao Yu's movement patterns.

Those positions were the predicted points where Shao Yu would next set foot.

This was a tactic he had comprehended during his battle with Ye Yixin.

Rather than passively waiting for an opponent to step into a trap, he would analyze the opponent's movement patterns, predict their next step in advance,