For a long time, Xiangqu Yilang remained motionless.
Do you need to see through this?
No need at all!
The opponent's posture and muscle language were completely unmasked, and what he was brewing was a slash as fierce as wind and thunder, sharp like a flash, fleeting.
Pure speed had already accumulated in this rigid and inflexible stance, surpassing my own. If I dared to step into the ten centimeters' range difference between us, what awaited me would surely be a Thunder Strike.
But the upper section had its flaw—
In the silence, Xiangqu Yilang's thoughts raced.
If the opponent intends to win with distance, then I can also use distance to my advantage.
Indeed, there's a ten-centimeter difference in the attack's maximum range, but the opponent's sword blade still takes time to fall on me. Rashly attempting a mid-section offensive would put me at risk, therefore…
While thinking, the body had naturally reacted.
