When forced into a desperate situation by the attacker, Yi Yun had no choice but to engage in the most primitive form of close combat, hoping to secure a chance at survival or escape. From the beginning, Yi Yun knew he was no match for the opponent, yet he had no choice but to confront them. If he couldn't hold his ground for a moment, escape would be impossible. With this in mind, Yi Yun punched out, his right fist directly striking the opponent's left palm.
Even though Yi Yun still appeared as a youthful figure, his thin right hand looked even frailer compared to the adult's wide left hand. Nonetheless, Yi Yun showed not a single sign of retreat.
Where the two fists and palms met, there was no glow or sound, only the silence reminiscent of the birth of all things. Time didn't stop, yet it gave the impression of a long pause. The two stood at a stalemate—perhaps the attacker had no intention of overpowering Yi Yun so quickly, engaging him in this silent battle.
