Death comes in an instant.
The deadly contests between masters are either excruciatingly slow or blindingly fast—slow because their techniques are so deeply intertwined that neither can overcome the other's defenses, fast because a single, unforeseen move changes everything in the blink of an eye.
Chen Yi was always adept at the unforeseen.
The Hou Kang Sword drew its blade.
At the moment the sixth step of Absolute Cloudstride was taken, Chen Yi closed the distance in an instant, his figure arriving near the poised Flying Swordsman, whose sword remained sheathed as if he had been standing idly there all along.
The Flying Swordsman seemed unsurprised by Chen Yi's approach.
In combat against many foes, the key isn't to pit two fists against multiple hands—it's finding a way to turn the battle into a one-on-one duel.
That's why alleys, staircases, and narrow gates—all areas where one man can block an army—are favored by martial artists across the Jianghu.
