The Will to Fight

As though he'd found a ray of light in the dark, Chen Mu was overjoyed. He had to conk himself on the head for not thinking of what he did as daily exercise. He had finally realized how deeply different real fighting was from practice. When that finally sunk in, his body was moving like a metronome. If one looked carefully, every slightest wiggle wasn't linear but was more like an undulating line moving forward.

The oppressive wind pressure abruptly decreased while the speed of things falling behind increased. Chen Mu's mind was more carefree than ever. The distance from the female card artisan, which had been growing, was now shrinking rapidly. The people walking along the way only inadvertently saw Chen Mu from the shadows shuttling through, imagining they were seeing things.

He was a predator in the dark as he snuck along while keeping a firm eye on his prey.