Han Yu's unblinking eyes locked with Murong Xie's, watching his every move, every twitch of muscle, and every breath like a hawk stalking a squirrel with gambling debt.
And as soon as he saw Murong Xie move his first finger, Han Yu dived to the right.
WHOOSH
Murong Xie's fist met empty air, Han Yu already rolling on the ground like a log with ambition.
"Rolling on the ground like a worm—just like the one you are," Murong Xie frowned, clearly unimpressed.
"Better a worm on the ground than in the beak of a bird," Han Yu shot back as he flipped upright, brushing imaginary dirt off his shirt with mock dignity.
"Your tricks won't work against me. I've seen others use them before," Murong Xie growled, lunging forward with the grace of a ballet dancer and the intentions of a sledgehammer.
SHUA
He spun mid-lunge and launched a kick that cut through the air like a guillotine.
Han Yu tried to jump back, but was just a moment too slow.
THUD
