He swung his arms with an ineffable aesthetic, as if faint starlight traced paths beneath his hands.
As if beneath his hands.
The air seemed to split, the wind severed.
His movements flowed like water, at times calm as a mirror, at others, raging and turbulent, never ceasing for a moment.
He darted left and right, suddenly forward, then back, without any discernible pattern.
Yet his movements were as fluid and powerful as a roaming dragon.
Perfectly smooth.
Cheng Guang's every turn, every leap was charged with intense strength and speed, making Deng Kexiang's vision blur, as if he couldn't see clearly.
Qing Luan and Bai Shuxuan to the side didn't know what Cheng Guang had just gone through.
Deng Kexiang had only demonstrated his martial arts for Cheng Guang to witness.
But at this moment, they were deeply captivated by Cheng Guang's motions.
They saw faint starlight seemingly flow through Cheng Guang's hands, the starlight alive as it carved arcs through the air.
