The plaza was utterly silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure behind Lone Wolf.
Lone Wolf's final strike had been imposing, its oncoming pressure enough to strike fear into their hearts.
Faced with an attack like that, they truly did not think Xia Yan stood a chance.
In fact, whether in speed, power, or angle, that attack was unmatched, even inescapable!
Yet something they had never dreamed of happened: Xia Yan dodged that fatal blow.
Not only had he dodged it, but a kunai had appeared in his hand, and its edge now rested squarely against Lone Wolf's neck!
What had happened?
How had Nightingale gotten over there?
Hadn't he been completely locked on to?
What exactly had happened in that instant?
All the Anbu stared blankly at Xia Yan's figure, with absolutely no idea what had happened.
From their perspective, Nightingale had vanished just as Lone Wolf was about to hit him.
As though teleporting, he had appeared behind Lone Wolf in an incredible feat, his kunai already against Lone Wolf's neck!
It sounded simple enough, but actually accomplishing all that was unimaginably difficult.
In fact, without some special technique to support it, accomplishing such a thing was nothing short of absurd.
Lone Wolf himself was stunned. He was certain his eyes had not deceived him; his Byakugan had remained locked on Xia Yan the entire time.
And yet, precisely because of that, an intangible fear now shrouded his heart.
He had clearly seen Xia Yan, who had been standing in front of him, suddenly draw a kunai just as his blow was about to land.
Then Xia Yan had vanished in an instant, appearing directly behind him at the very moment he disappeared.
This was no longer something speed could explain. Only crossing space itself could produce