Sooner or Later, I Have to Go Back!

He did not charge.

He stood where he was and looked at the opening on the left for about half a breath. Then he did something that surprised even himself—he stepped to the right, moving in the same direction as Zhou Mingyuan.

After stepping right, Zhou Mingyuan did not stop. His body followed its momentum and spun in a circle. By the time he turned back around, he had shifted from directly in front of Lu Chi to his left front. If Lu Chi had rushed toward that opening on the left just now, he would have crashed straight into Zhou Mingyuan as he turned back.

A cold sweat broke out across Lu Chi's back.

Zhou Mingyuan stopped and looked at him. This time, the corners of his mouth truly lifted.

"How did you know that was fake?"

"I didn't know it was fake," Lu Chi said. "It just looked too real. A flaw that looks too much like a flaw might not be a flaw."

Zhou Mingyuan looked at him for two breaths, then said something.

"You're not like what people say."

"What?"

"Nothing." Zhou Mingyuan changed the subject. "Again."

This time, neither of them hurried to close in. Lu Chi stood in place, and so did Zhou Mingyuan, with seven or eight steps between them. Lu Chi's senses darted back and forth between them like a bird trapped in a cage, wanting to fly out but not knowing which way to go. He realized he was doing something he had never done before—he was sensing both his opponent and himself at the same time. Whenever he fought before, all his attention went outward. Every movement and every change in his opponent was within his senses, but his own condition had never been. Now it was different. As he