"I told you to stop. Are you deaf?"
At Zhao Ci's roar, everyone fell silent, staring at him in disbelief.
It wasn't just because of the spear's stable, precise, and vicious throw.
The key was... the timing of the interception!
Just now, the speed was too fast. Everything happened in a flash. After all, a master twisting and swinging his sword takes but half a breath of time.
Even the audience below hadn't had time to cry out in alarm at that moment.
But Zhao Ci.
He had shouted for it to stop!
But no matter how fast he reacted, a thrown spear couldn't possibly intercept the Long Sword!
So there was only one possibility: the moment he shouted "Stop," the spear had already left his hand—perhaps even before the word was out of his mouth.
This meant that Zhao Ci had likely seen from the very beginning that Bao Longtao was feigning an opening and harbored malicious intent.
And then he had also accurately predicted the trajectory of his sword strike.
But...
