"This can't be… This is simply impossible!"
Huo Mian screamed inwardly, her thoughts spiraling into chaos.
She replayed the scene again and again in her mind, dissecting every movement, every breath, every flicker of spiritual fluctuation.
She had been certain of her strike. Certain of her timing. Certain of her precision.
And yet…
He had moved faster. So fast that what she pierced was nothing but an afterimage. A shadow.
A phantom left behind to mock her confidence.
Her pride as a genius, as the cold and untouchable mentor of the academy, trembled violently.
Never in her life had she misjudged an opponent so completely.
Never had someone slipped past her perception as though her senses were nothing but decorations.
She felt the faint pressure at her neck disappear as Lin Feng's finger withdrew.
The warmth that had hovered so dangerously close to her skin vanished, leaving behind an icy trail of humiliation.
Then came the sound of footsteps.
