He pushed his Raging Wave Leg technique to its absolute limit, his body shooting forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. The resulting gale swept up the dry leaves on the ground, creating a rustling sound.
Up ahead, Li Hongyu was fleeing for his life, his heart filled with shock and suspicion.
He never thought he would be exposed so suddenly, much less that Yang Jing could be this fast.
His mind was a mess. He couldn't figure out how his pursuer had locked onto his trail so precisely. All he could do was rely on his familiarity with the surrounding terrain, darting left and right through the mountain forest in an attempt to shake off Yang Jing.
But no matter how he changed direction, no matter how he used trees and rocks to conceal himself, the relentless presence behind him stuck to him like a shadow.
Amid the rushing wind in his ears, he could always clearly hear the soft snap of twigs as Yang Jing stepped on them.
