Yun Huanxin's eyes narrowed.
Her spatial attacks were precise, yet Dian Lun dodged them as if he already knew where they would appear.
Tracking.
That was his specialty. He could sense the fluctuations of her spatial power before she even fully executed her techniques.
A natural counter.
But she wasn't done yet.
She raised her sword, and the world around them rippled.
"Spatial Lock."
Buzz—
The very fabric of space solidified, pressing down on Dian Lun like an invisible cage. His movements slowed, his limbs weighed down by spatial compression.
For the first time, his expression shifted slightly. "Impressive."
Yun Huanxin didn't gloat. She struck.
Her sword flickered, and a spatial slash—clean, absolute—shot toward Dian Lun's throat.
At the last possible moment, his chaotic energy flared.
"Chaos Step."
