Chen Mu swept through the training room like a ghost, his movements elusive. He twisted his body with the uncanny suppleness of a swimming fish, his feet never touching the ground. Every motion carried an indescribable strangeness. Yet he was blindingly fast, little more than a phantom blur. Anyone with less-than-sharp eyesight would have seen only a gust of wind sweep past.
His eyes never left the wooden post in the corner of the training room. Suddenly, he bent at the waist and skimmed close to the floor like a cobra slithering across the ground. He remained fast and elusive, swerving left and right, impossible to predict. About two meters from the post, he abruptly sprang up from the floor like a cobra raising its head. At the same instant, he closed in on the post, the red line around it clearly visible.
Chen Mu's right hand shot out like lightning, brushing precisely and lightly across the red line. A light flashed, followed by a faint hiss, barely audible. An exceedingly fine mark appeared along the red line on the arm-thick wooden post.
"How was that?" Chen Mu asked, panting heavily. Only after a while did he walk over and gently lift the post. It had been severed at the red line, leaving a smooth cross section.
The exercise he had just performed was extremely difficult. He had practiced it for quite some time, but his success rate was still low. He had devised this set of tactics around his own abilities. For the evasive movements, for instance, he had blended Airflow Card flight techniques, including some close-range evasion maneuvers, with the physical dodging techniques the Devil Woman had taught him.
This made his evasive movements even more elusive and unpredictable. Sometimes he relied on pure physical strength; sometimes he