Dozens of saber shadows slashed toward him. They were not feints; every strike was real—or rather, could *become* real.
Behind him, though there was no sound of piercing air, Du Youqian could sense that Lin Lisan's Judge's Pen was striking.
He could even feel a tingling, electric sensation on his Fengfu Acupoint—the combat sense of an Innate Grandmaster warning him that this was the intended target.
And yet, Du Youqian also knew this was merely a feint from Lin Lisan. The true point of impact could be anywhere—anywhere *but* his Fengfu Acupoint.
In that instant, Du Youqian made his move. He suddenly accelerated, plunging headfirst into the saber shadows while spinning around.
He deliberately took several of Du Gubian's strikes on his back.
His left hand parried the Judge's Pen. *Crack!* The sound of breaking bone echoed.
At the same time, his right hand chopped down like a blade, fiercely striking Lin Lisan under the ribs.
