C145 Surrender

Ma Zhongshan had just shattered the porcelain bowl and found himself in that fleeting moment between actions, where old momentum had faded and new had not yet arisen. Though this phase lasted merely a second or two—barely the duration of a breath, and usually too brief to notice—through Faang Yu's eyes, it was ample time to accomplish a great deal.

Like a specter, Faang Yu vanished from his spot