Master Wen, with his extensive combat experience, knew full well that he couldn't hit Chen Yang and would not be made a fool of by him continuously.
His successive attacks were actually a feint to lure Chen Yang, then he attempted to deduce Chen Yang's attack rhythm so he could land a decisive blow and capture him.
Thus, before Chen Yang could mock him from behind, Master Wen threw a punch backward based on his prediction.
"Hmph, you won't escape this time!"
Master Wen sneered.
However, his face froze into a stiff smile as his punch swung through the air; the space behind him was empty, and Chen Yang was not there at all.
How could this be? According to the rhythm, Chen Yang should be right there, shouldn't he?
A poke on his shoulder was followed by Chen Yang's voice, "Sorry, you've been played."
"Bastard!"
Enraged, Master Wen cursed aloud, believing he had the situation under control, only to realize he had been outplayed by Chen Yang.
Zhao Bing was stunned as well.
