Jared's sprint had been incredible by every definition of the word, being faster than anything in Liam's arsenal despite his damaged cultivation level, far surpassing what he had shown during the sneak attack.
Instead, Liam hadn't relied on any martial art. He hadn't even sharpened his perception to the utmost through his Qi. It was already there, and it had been more than enough.
Greater strength could translate into greater speed when used properly, but that wasn't all Liam had used. The hyper-clarity had warned Liam about the incoming sprint before it could happen, drawing a picture that bordered on foretelling.
Liam had felt the Qi move, its shape, the pressure on his skin, and its direction. He had seen the afterimage come to be and heard the impossibly subtle shift in the air.
Basically, all of Jared's attempts to keep his sprint hidden had been for naught against the intensity of Liam's perception. He had seen his attack as clear as day.
