Duel, Part IV

Wu Meiying almost giggled when she saw how everyone reacted to Wu Jian’s technique. Shock was the predominant emotion on people’s faces right now. Their eyes were wide, their mouths agape, and their faces pale. Only a few of the stronger disciples were reacting with something other than surprise. Their eyes were narrowed as they tried to analyze the skill Wu Jian was using.

I doubt any of them will figure it out.

Space manipulation was rare enough that most people had never heard of it. Only those at a much higher cultivation or who had been introduced to the concept already would recognize Wu Jian’s technique for what it was.

“He’s mocking Zhang Fengtian,” Zhe Fēnglì said with a grimace.

Wu Meiying glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “You don’t approve?”

“I can’t say that I do. It’s disrespectful.”