Watching Jiang Yu move, Stelle felt she probably would not escape this slap.
Even as she thought, I'm done for, Stelle only hoped Jiang Yu would control his strength when he slapped her and not accidentally slap her to death.
Meanwhile, Cirrus noticed Jiang Yu's movements, and she, too, felt inexplicably panicked.
Whether it was pulling someone straight out of a mirror, kicking a courtyard wall to pieces just now, or shattering the bait she had thrown out with his sleeve, every one of those things had amply demonstrated just how uncanny this white-haired brat was.
At that moment, Jiang Yu had already moved. He slowly raised his hand and swung it toward Stelle's face. A sudden rush of wind roared, as though something had torn it apart.
In the time between Jiang Yu swinging his hand and his palm reaching the side of Stelle's face, Cirrus thought about many things.
In the end, she did not dare gamble.
All the uncanny things Jiang Yu had displayed left her unsure what would happen if that slap landed.
What if this kid could strike through one thing to hit another?
Cirrus had a faint premonition. She did not understand where it had come from, because it was not a prophecy, did not come from her own perceptions, and had nothing to do with Stelle's emotions or memories.
A thought simply appeared in her consciousness out of nowhere-if this slap landed, the gray-haired girl named Stelle might be fine, but she herself would definitely be in trouble.
In the wind driven by that palm, she felt something that could perhaps be called muscular instinct.
"Stop! I have something to say!"
Amid that terrifying feeling, Cirrus finally lost her composure and shouted.
The next instant, the palm that had come roaring toward Stelle