Xiao Yichen didn't move, but he didn't drop his smile either.
Just as the spiked gauntlet was about to shatter his jaw, the Second Prince simply... swayed.
It was a movement so minimal, so deceptively slow, that it looked entirely natural, like a willow branch bending in a breeze. The massive iron fist grazed past his cheek by a fraction of a millimeter.
"My, my. So much aggression," Yichen tutted softly, his tone resembling a disappointed tutor.
Before Kuang could retract his arm, Xiao Yichen stepped smoothly into the senior's guard. He snapped his folding fan shut.
Thwack!
Xiao Yichen drove the solid ivory base of the closed fan directly into the nerve cluster beneath Kuang's armpit.
Kuang's eyes bulged out. His entire right arm went instantly, terrifyingly numb, dropping uselessly to his side. He roared in frustration, swinging a wild, desperate left hook.
