He called the opponent's real name directly, without hesitation.
Such small aids are worth exploring further.
Though some aspects may seem trivial, they can prove handy at critical moments.
"How do you know my name?" Feng Yisan asked in shock.
Though he was wearing an iron mask, his tone betrayed his disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
An opportunity presented itself.
Shock is one thing, but in the midst of a brawl, freezing up is the height of foolishness.
Feng Yisan truly fell into a stupor, his movements becoming ungainly. Lin Fan seized the moment and slashed at his wrist, slicing through flesh. The stinging pain was as if burned by scorched flames.
"Damn it."
If not for Feng Yisan's seasoned reflexes and speed, his hand would have been cleaved clean off.
He shouldn't have responded to Lin Fan's provocation. Regardless of his shock, admitting anything was a mistake.
