As Su Yang continued to dodge and weave under the mounting pressure, Su Ran's concern deepened—his opponent moved with such composure and precision, it was as if the gaping wound in his abdomen didn't exist at all.
"What kind of a freak are you? Why can you still move like that?" Su Ran asked in disbelief, voice cracking with frustration and fear.
However, Su Yang didn't answer.
His silence spoke louder than anything else—like a monster who no longer needed words to assert dominance.
*SHUA–*
Su Ran thrust forward with a sharp, piercing jab meant to pin Su Yang in place, but Su Yang tilted just enough to let it pass by his shoulder.
*SHUA—*
Su Ran followed it up with another jab towards his neck, however, Su Yang rolled under it, before sidestepping a sweeping cut.
"Just stay in one place damn it–" Su Ran complained in panic, as Su Yang's movements became increasingly cleaner, as though his body had forgotten it was dying.
