Afterimage.
It was just an afterimage.
"How is that possible?"
Qian Lei's face changed drastically. Just now, Song Yun's speed had already reached a hundred meters per step, but when he dodged that strike just now, he was even faster.
You had to know, only early SSS-level could reach one hundred meters per step, and mid SSS-level was three hundred meters per step.
That instant burst of speed from Song Yun just now—although Qian Lei didn't know exactly how fast it was, he had a feeling it should have reached mid SSS-level.
This was too terrifying!
Song Yun's speed was comparable to mid SSS-level. This discovery immediately intimidated Qian Lei.
His heart lurched, and he didn't dare fight Song Yun anymore. He put his scythe away and ran.
But just as he took one step, Song Yun appeared behind him.
When it came to speed, he was far too inferior.
The Throat Sealing Sword slashed down.
Swish.
