His gaze, his entire spirit, the palm gripping the sword, the posture of his fingers, the stance of exertion, the rate of breathing, the pulsing of True Qi and blood...
All these subtle elements seemed to be tuned to a single frequency.
The next moment, as soon as he draws his sword, anyone could predict that it would be a strike mighty as thunder.
As his opponent, the more one observed these details, the more one worried about this strike of his.
Therefore, one repeatedly guessed which vital point his strike aimed to hit.
The more one thought about it, the less one figured out, and so, without Fei striking, the opponent was already panicked.
"What exactly is this swordsmanship...?"
Some confused Jianghu individuals couldn't help but hold their breath, asking quietly.
