Chu Chengfeng's expression turned grim. He slowly sat down where Xie Luohe had just been sitting. He bent over, picked up a chopstick from the floor, placed it in his right hand, and closed his eyes, recalling Xie Luohe's movements.
"At the time, two of the blades sealed off Xie Luohe's right side, preventing her from raising her hand."
"Xie Luohe flicked her finger and, in a flash, sent the chopstick flying into her left hand."
Of all the people present, only Chu Chengfeng had clearly seen Xie Luohe's move.
'Not hard.'
Chu Chengfeng smiled confidently and flicked his finger.
CLATTER.
...The chopstick fell to the floor.
Zheng Xiu stared at the chopstick on the floor, then looked at Chu Chengfeng, whose attempt at showing off had failed.
Chu Chengfeng coughed dryly twice, picked up the chopstick with his left hand, and continued without batting an eye, "At this point, the chopstick was in the left hand."
