The silver discipline ruler pressed against Ye Chen’s windpipe, the sharp metal drawing a thin bead of red that trickled into the collar of his tattered robes. Senior Brother Bai stood motionless, his arm locked in a textbook execution stance, his cold eyes unblinking behind the curtain of his long hair.
Ye Chen did not struggle against the blade. Instead of pulling backward, he sank his weight into his hips and compressed every drop of his newly formed Spirit Condensation Qi down into the soles of his boots.
The system inside his mind calculated the kinetic output in less than a heartbeat.
[Skill Engagement: Cloud Step (Maximum Burst).]
[Target Vector: Direct Ground Discharge.]
BOOM!
Ye Chen slammed his right heel straight into the granite flagstones with the force of a detonating c
