Zhao Yu felt a little dazed.
His head was foggy.
He had no idea why.
As he looked at Chen Yu before him, he felt as though Chen Yu had used some shadow-clone martial skill, splitting into four out of thin air, all constantly swaying and moving without any pattern.
No, that didn't seem right.
It wasn't Chen Yu who was swaying and moving, but the world before his eyes.
Up, down, left, right, without any pattern.
The swaying was making Zhao Yu dizzy.
In fact, he had already sensed something was wrong while talking to Chen Yu. At first, he had assumed he was simply overwhelmed by the joy of being a prodigy. But gradually, when he decided to settle the spar in a single move and mobilized his spiritual power, his vision suddenly began to blur.
Despite his best efforts to aim, his strike still hit nothing but air.
He shook his head.
Zhao Yu glared at Chen Yu and demanded angrily, "What trick did you use?!"
"Me?"
Chen Yu looked puzzled at the question.
"I was about to ask you the same thing, Senior Brother. You looked ready to give this spar your all. I was even thinking about how to counter you. But then you made your move and headed straight into the ditch. I was dumbfounded."
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Zhao Yu gritted his teeth.
He struggled to stay lucid, then mobilized his spiritual power again. The dizziness instantly intensified.
He tried his hardest to keep himself aimed at Chen Yu as he struck.
Yet he missed again.
Below the platform.
Watching Zhao Yu stagger from side to side like a drunk, his every attack missing with unerring precision, his teammates' expressions instantly darkened.
"What's going on?"
"What the hell is Zhao Yu doing?!"
"He could settle this