At the exact moment Li Hanche thrust out his spear, a fierce gust rose from the right.
Star Luo's agility-attack Soul Ancestor, boosted by a support-type acceleration soul skill, became an afterimage as he launched a sneak attack from the side. The short blade in his hand shot straight for Li Hanche's exposed right ribs.
The timing of that slash was impeccable.
It came precisely in the gap after Li Hanche had thrust at the Hell White Tiger with all his strength, when his old force had been spent but new force had yet to rise.
He had been waiting for this opening after Li Hanche made his move.
Yet Li Hanche did not withdraw his spear.
He merely turned his head slightly. The icy blue light in Frost Eyes flared as he glanced at the incoming afterimage.
His spiritual power compressed into an invisible steel needle and slammed viciously into the agility-attack Soul Ancestor's sea of consciousness along with that gaze.
The agility-attack Soul Ancestor felt his mind explode. It was not pain, but a suffocating terror worse than agony itself, as if an icy hand had seized his soul in a crushing grip.
Driven by instinct, his body abruptly froze. His right foot remained poised to push off and charge ahead, while his left foot had already stopped obeying him, nailed to the ground.
Then he toppled stiffly to the floor.
The short blade slipped from his hand, bounced across the stone tiles, and rang out with several crisp echoes.
An agility-attack Soul Ancestor had fallen after being glanced at by a ten-year-old child.
No one in the audience could laugh, because no one knew what had happened in that instant.
Li Hanche withdrew his gaze without even sparing him another look.
His left hand clenched into a