It all happened in a flash. Bao Yansong's Long Saber was less than a meter from Chen Cheng's face, about to cleave him in two.
Chen Cheng's retreating speed suddenly increased severalfold, allowing him to easily dodge the Long Saber's attack.
With a few successive flicks of his wrist, he once again threw out clouds of lime powder. This time, the lime covered an even wider area, turning more than half the courtyard into a vast white haze.
The moment his saber cut through empty air, Bao Yansong knew he was in trouble. He hurriedly dashed to the side, escaping the cloud of lime in the blink of an eye. Still, a small amount of powder found its way into his eyes. A sharp, stinging pain forced him to squeeze them shut.
He had anticipated that Chen Cheng might use another Hidden Weapon, but he never expected him to use such a despicable tactic again—throwing lime, and so much of it! 'Who in their right mind carries this much lime powder on them?'
