The spear Simon hurled grazed the Cyclops’s cheek by a hair’s breadth. So close! he thought, swallowing his disappointment as he landed. Enraged, the Cyclops swung its club in a mad frenzy. The dungeon trembled with every impact. Simon’s evasive maneuvers looked almost graceful, but in truth, he was on a razor’s edge. Thank you, Professor Hongfeng! Without the internal Jet-Black circulation she had taught him, he would have been crushed long ago. The Cyclops lunged forward, slamming its club down with a clang.