The hand that held the needles moved with swift precision.
Between the index and little fingers of Ye Feng's hand, five crystal-clear fine silver needles were skillfully inserted with each movement—a mere flick of his fingers—and for Heavenly Martial Rejuvenation Needle Technique, mastery of speed was one of the most demanding aspects.
For those who had reached great accomplishment in this technique, the interval between the insertion of two needles was almost synchronous, imperceptible to onlookers who couldn't fathom the depths of its mystery.
For Ye Feng, performing the Heavenly Martial Rejuvenation Needle Technique was a matter of mere moments, like the time it takes to brew half a cup of tea. However, for Gu Mu and the others, it felt like several centuries passed as they watched, their eyes growing blurry until a layer of sweat covered them from sheer urgency.
Too fast!
