chapter 57
Author: Tesoromimi
last update2026-06-08 17:25:26

Cao Mingzhi moved like a river in flood.

Not fast the way some fighters were fast — sudden, explosive, there and then gone before you could track it. He was fast the way water was fast. Constant. Inevitable. Always finding the path of least resistance. Always going somewhere. He covered the distance between them in three long strides that looked unhurried and arrived before Wei Liang's body had fully processed that the arrival was coming.

The first technique hit like a wall that had decided to
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