He snatched the drawing paper from Jue's hand in an instant, and the child yelled in a fit of anger.
However, he soon saw the half-completed drawing paper that Jue had handed him, and instinctively grabbed a pen and started drawing without thinking. His grip on the pen was peculiar, unlike ordinary children who hold it with their thumb, index, and middle fingers, he grasped it like holding a twig with all five fingers, drawing stroke by stroke, rigidly and forcefully, creating mysterious and complex lines on the paper.
Han was amazed: "Jue brother is so amazing..."
Su Xingyu was also amazed, feeling as if this child wasn't drawing, but was merely grabbing something and recklessly smearing it with bodily instinct. His strokes had no method, no thought, and no pause, yet the lines on the paper were as straight and precise as Lu Shifeng's, and the varied depth arcs seemed perfectly plotted with a compass.
What kind of frightening talent is this?
