A wild wind howled, clouds swirling as though one could feel the entire space compressing and stirring, with gunpowder and flames blazing fiercely.
However, Li Wei thoroughly enjoyed this moment.
Exhilaration, jubilation.
Calm, rational.
His steps, not hastily initiated, instead deliberately paused for a moment, which to others appeared foolhardy but bought Li Wei the advantage of timing and adjustment.
Watching as the Defensive End lost his chance for a second adjustment because he had already committed his weight, Li Wei then started.
Directly ahead, he moved forward.
Using stillness to control motion.
Just as a collision seemed imminent, Li Wei's nimble steps danced like a tango on the edge of a blade, deftly dodging the large figure of the Defensive End with a slight feint, his delicate and agile movements allowing him to slip past from his left side, the opponent's right.
Brushing past.
