Chapter 273
Jaxon twisted his body the moment the blade that had pierced through his coat brushed against his skin.
Thud. Crack.
The blade cut through only his clothing. It grazed his skin but left nothing more than a shallow scratch. Still, there was a faint tingling sensation at the point of contact.
Poisoned blade.
It didn’t matter. Having been exposed to countless poisons since childhood, something like this had no effect on him.@@novelbin@@
The realization came in an instant.
Jaxon smoothly reached out and grabbed his opponent's wrist.
From the enemy's perspective, their extended arm was caught before they could even think of pulling it back.
Every movement unfolded as if choreographed, all within a single breath.
The wrist was caught, and the opponent instinctively tensed. Jaxon didn’t resist but allowed himself to be pulled forward.
This unexpected reaction startled his opponent, who reflexively swung their other hand.
In it was a dagger, designed with a single sharpened edge, weighted for slashing. Naturally, it was coated with poison.
The blade aimed for Jaxon’s cheekbone, but Jaxon tilted his head back, and the blade merely skimmed over the bridge of his nose.
Not even a scratch was left.
It was a fleeting moment—a mere instant where thoughts would typically process the situation. However, Jaxon’s instincts condensed all those calculations into a single, seamless response.
This was the realm of intuition and reflexes, beyond conscious thought.
There was no need to analyze, react, assess the opponent’s tools, or decide on an action. He skipped all those steps.
It was the same heightened intuition Enkrid had demonstrated countless times.
And as the one who had taught Enkrid, there was no way Jaxon couldn’t do the same.
He did what was necessary.
"Guh!"
A voice cried out, seemingly from thin air.
Of course.
In the time it took to block and evade twice, Jaxon had already moved.
His foot pinned his opponent’s foot to the ground, and their blade stabbed at empty air.
What do you think?
Total Responses: 0