Wu Pifu twisted slightly to the side, and a crimson spear swept past him. The gap was no more than a hair's breadth. It looked as though he had dodged it, but the instant it brushed past his side, fine barbs and filaments suddenly branched from the crimson spear like plant stems and leaves, or the thorns of a rose, stabbing toward Wu Pifu's ribs in that flash of time.
The change took less than a millisecond. The branched barbs had already struck Wu Pifu's body, but they only pierced his outer clothing. The moment they touched his skin and flesh, Wu Pifu's skin and muscles began vibrating with extremely slight yet incredibly rapid tremors. The instant the barbs made contact, they actually "slid" away.
"No, impossible!"
The blond man wielding the crimson spear cried out, but before he could finish speaking, a fist smashed straight at his face.
The fist was not fast. At least, with the blond man's dynamic vision and neural reaction speed, he should absolutely have been able to evade it. Yet he discovered in horror that the fist seemed to be everywhere. When he tried to dodge left, it was on his left. When he tried to dodge right, it had already gone to his right. Above, below, before, behind, left, right... There was clearly only one fist, yet it seemed omnipresent. No matter where his thoughts moved to evade, the fist always got there first and sealed off his escape route.
Yet when the fist landed on his face, it had in fact never moved at all. It was merely a single punch driving straight forward. To the onlookers, the blond man had simply stood there stupidly and taken the blow.
It looked like an ordinary straight punch, yet it produced an effect like