Lin Yan closed his eyes.
The move struck everyone watching as unbelievable.
Closing his eyes in such a fierce, dangerous close-quarters fight? Wasn't that asking to die?
"What is he doing?!" Leorio stamped his feet in panic.
"Idiot, look closely!"
Killua snapped in a low voice, his eyes fixed so intently on the ring that he didn't dare blink.
"He's not giving up. He's... sensing!"
In the ring, Hanzo also noticed Lin Yan's unusual behavior.
The humiliation of being disregarded instantly ignited his fury.
As one of the Hidden Cloud Style's finest elite ninjas, he had his own pride.
"Bastard! Are you looking down on me?!"
Veins bulged at Hanzo's temples as he roared.
He abandoned the throw he had planned and switched to more vicious strikes.
Elbows, knees, shoulders-every part of his body became a weapon, raining blows down on Lin Yan like a violent storm.
"Die!"
A brutal knee strike drove straight toward Lin Yan's abdomen, followed by a knife-hand strike powered by the centrifugal force of a spin, viciously slicing toward his carotid artery.
Then something bizarre happened.
No matter how fast or cunning Hanzo's attacks were, Lin Yan, who clung to him like a stubborn plaster, always reacted half a beat early.
Just before an elbow struck his chest, his chest drew inward slightly-the ultimate application of the Bone-Shrinking Skill within the smallest space, dissipating precisely enough force.
Just before a knee struck his abdomen, his waist twisted like a swimming snake, letting the attack slide aside.
Lin Yan was like a self-righting doll. No matter how Hanzo pushed or struck him, he always made minute adjustments at the instant he was about to lose his balance, steadying his center of gravity again.
And his hands remained like two invisible threads wound around Hanzo, preventing him