The air crackled with anticipation as onlookers strained to follow the lightning-quick exchange between Sam and Zhang Guanyu. The atmosphere thickened with tension as the latter's sword moved with an almost imperceptible swiftness, poised to strike Sam down.
But in a breathtaking twist, Zhang Guanyu's lethal blow found only thin air. It was as though Sam possessed an otherworldly awareness, a premonition that allowed him to sidestep the impending strike. His movement, a graceful ballet amidst chaos, left everyone dumbfounded.
"Mm?!" Zhang Guanyu growled, his frustration palpable. His sword danced in a flurry of strikes, a blur that defied the naked eye. Each stab blurred the line between real and imaginary, making it impossible to discern the actual blade's path.
