Chương 933: Many Things

In his entire time in the martial world, Dyon had never fought an opponent, with cultivation similar to his own, that had senses sharper than his own. Even Saru, albeit because she was fairly young, seemed incomparably slow to Dyon. However, now, not only was his soul sealed, causing his senses to drastically drop, it could very well be his movements that seems slow to Asyna!

By the time everyone's ears register the reverberating boom of Asyna's acceleration, she had long since closed the distance between her and Dyon to a mere handful of feet.

Dyon threw out a simple punch, maintaining his calmness even in the face of the unease he felt having divine sense locked onto him.

However, Asyna seemed to have seen through it long ago. Her curvaceous body bent at an impossible angle, allowing only the very tips of her long black hair to graze Dyon's fist as she threw her own directly into Dyon's abdomen.