The Shadow Zheng Feng did not dodge; his reflexes couldn't adjust to Wen Wen's speed.
However, his body was like a vague shadow, and Wen Wen's sword passed directly through it.
Then, the Shadow Zheng Feng finally realized that a sword was sticking out of his head.
Next, his entire figure turned into a dense inky shadow, merging into the darkness of the ground and reappearing ten meters away from Wen Wen moments later.
"Is his body incorporeal, a ghost?"
"No, not a ghost, just pure shadow; his body is a shadow, and he can travel through the shadows."
Wen Wen's face grew dark. It was night, and there were shadows aplenty; catching him in this environment was not going to be easy.
Shadow Zheng Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had been scared sweat by Wen Wen's incredibly fast movements; for a moment, he thought he was truly dead.
Suddenly, Wen Wen squatted down, and with a whooshing sound, his fists flew past the place where his head had just been.
