Lin Que moved sideways and Wei Shengtian missed. The pair stood in a row, one facing north and the other south, gazing at each other out of the corner of their eyes.
Lin Que's right arm whip swung casually at the back of Wei Shengtian's head, about to destroy the extreme toughness with the ultimate softness. The Yimo audience had their fists clenched tight unconsciously, very much worried.
However much faith they had in Invincible Wei and however loud they were shouting for him, they felt the nerves by instinct in this kind of situation facing this kind of strike. Their hearts were honest no matter what their mouths said.
As the whip drew in, Wei Shengtian at a standstill in the air responded as if he had eyes growing at the back of his head. After a deep breath, his dark skin first plucked up and then suddenly shrank, moving his spine to balance off the inertia. He strode forth just fast enough to avoid the hit.
