As for Xin Yun, it was a different story, he floated in the sky with an air of leisure, as Yinglong's body elegantly meandered, completely without any attempt at evasion, and without any form of defense, and yet... in that graceful undulation, all attacks seemed to become illusory, fruitlessly whizzing by Xin Yun and Yinglong.
It was bizarre, exceptionally bizarre, uniquely bizarre; the attack was certainly as fierce as a downpour, yet Xin Yun seemed like a person walking through curtains of rain, densely falling raindrops incapable of touching him.
It's said that laymen watch the excitement, while professionals see the technique, and most of the audience present were professionals; everyone knew that these attacks were not sparse, nor were they any kind of illusion, it was really that Xin Yun's calculation and evasion were too formidable, even within such dense barrages, he evaded with utmost composure.
