Avenging Him!

This was not a normal move. Lu Chi had invented it himself while being chased by Grey Zhe in Cangwu Valley. He had not wanted to run, but he had no choice but to run, so while running, he forcibly twisted directions and yanked himself from one straight line onto another. The move was neither elegant nor standard—in fact, it was rather ugly—but it had saved his life while Grey Zhe chased him, because Grey Zhe's straight-line speed was so fast that it could not turn in time.

Lu Chi's body was dragged from the line on the left back to the center. He bounced like a fish flung onto shore, then charged straight at Xiahou Jie.

Xiahou Jie reacted quickly. His right hand rose again, and that membrane reappeared, thicker, denser, and more elastic than before. His left hand also withdrew and clenched into a fist across his chest. Another invisible mass gathered on that fist, larger, heavier, and denser than the last one.

But Lu Chi did not crash into him.

Two steps away from Xiahou Jie, he came to a violent stop as though something had yanked him back from behind. His body halted abruptly at high speed, and inertia threw his upper body sharply forward, but he pulled himself back with his waist, like a bamboo stalk bent to its limit before snapping back.

The direction of that rebound was not backward, but to the right.

He flashed from directly in front of Xiahou Jie to his right side, so fast that Xiahou Jie's raised right hand was still facing its original direction and could not turn in time. The instant Lu Chi appeared at Xiahou Jie's right, he extended his right hand—not to strike, but to push Xiahou Jie's raised right elbow.

The push was