For some reason, Chen Mu had a premonition that if he had no strength to fight back now, Baluojia would kill him without the slightest hesitation. He did not understand where that premonition came from. Baluojia had always been a man of few words, giving the impression of someone slow-spoken and kindly. Yet the feeling was so strong-so strong it felt real.
Chen Mu's mind was extraordinarily calm. He had experienced intuitions this powerful before, and every one of them seemed to have been uncannily accurate!
With his body affected by the vibrations, he appeared to have lost all ability to resist. At its root, however, Baluojia's sound waves were traveling through the vibrating air into his body, causing every cell to vibrate and robbing him of control over it.
But there was still one thing within Chen Mu that remained unaffected: his perception!
Perception had neither shape nor substance. It was a mental fluctuation, unaffected by vibrations in the air. Thus, although his body would not obey him, his perception remained under his control.
A Wave Blade condensed in Baluojia's hand, and his great, bell-like eyes filled with cruel, icy murderous intent! After his exposure to experts such as Wei'a and Xize, Chen Mu's sensitivity to killing intent had reached an exquisitely fine level.
Baluojia intended to kill him!
Suddenly, an immense, terrifying surge of killing intent swept through the field like a storm. No-to be more precise, it swept through the entire Competition Arena, stands and all.
That killing intent came without the slightest warning. Everyone in the stands paled, and all sound vanished at that instant. It was as though they had suddenly been dragged, utterly unprepared, into the eye of a raging vortex. The overwhelming pressure left them unable to breathe, while the bitterly sharp killing