A Signal
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Chen Mu flitted about the training room like a ghost. He was fleeting just like a fish with his weirdly twisting body and his feet not touching the ground. Every move was imbued with some unspeakable weirdness. He was so fast he was like a phantom, such that someone with weak eyes would only see a burst of wind flitting by.
His gaze never left the wooden beam standing in the corner of the training room as he bent down and hugged the ground like a cobra, as quick and erratic as always, jerking left and right, which made him hard to discern. Then, about two meters from the beam, he suddenly shot up from the ground like the cobra suddenly raising its head. At the same time, he had already closed with the beam where a red line could be clearly seen.