"Chop, sweep, stab, whip." The thirteen-section whip moved swiftly like a silver serpent. The man held Huo Ren's wrist firmly, his voice cold. "Cut, throw, pierce, flick." Huo Ren allowed the man to half-embrace him, absorbing the subtle differences in movements as his wrist memorized them. He even interjected casually, "How do you 'flick'?" Pei… Continue reading Idol Chapter 102