His heart pounded wildly, his breathing came fast, and cold sweat had already soaked through his clothes.
"That was close..."
He gulped down air as his mind raced.
Those three consecutive slashes had left him almost no way out. If he had not suddenly found inspiration at the very last instant and slipped through the gap, his corpse would be lying on the ground right now.
Yet within that dangerous opening, he had also seen something.
Tiger Vanguard's sabre was powerful and fierce, but its attack pattern had one obvious trait—after every broad swing, the sabre would pause for an extremely brief moment.
That pause lasted less than half a breath. It was a break in momentum created when the sabre shifted from one swing trajectory to the next.
An ordinary person would never notice such a tiny flaw.
But Chu Yang had noticed it.
Not because his eyesight was good, but because in the life-or-death gaps between those three strikes, he had been forced to push every one of his senses to the limit.
When a person stood at death's door, their perceptions became extraordinarily sharp.
"Half a breath..." he calculated silently. Is half a breath enough for me to counterattack once?
It was.
Provided his counterattack was fast enough and accurate enough.
Tiger Vanguard did not give him much time to think.
The Tiger Demon let out a low growl, and the sabre came cleaving down again.
This time, Chu Yang did not dodge.
He charged straight toward Tiger Vanguard's sabre.
Everyone was stunned.
Zhu Bajie nearly threw away his Nine-Toothed Rake. "He's insane!"
Yet Sun Wukong's eyes narrowed sharply. The Golden Staff spun half a circle in his hand, but he did not make a move.
He had seen Chu Yang's footwork.
Chu Yang had not faced