Life had never been easy.
'Who was the biggest backstabber?'
Someone once asked a Godly being.
The only answer that came from the heavenly realms was; "Life."
Nothing went according to one's plan. Something similar happened to Zhao Luo.
Zhao Luo was single-handedly sword fighting against more than 20 puppets; he had never felt so amazing before.
Even the earlier stages didn't make him this excited.
'Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh, Clang, Clang.'
The only sounds reverberating around the silver space were swords cutting through the air and metal hitting metal.
Sometimes Zhao Luo would perfectly dodge the swords arms of the puppets by just the bare minimum movements, while other times he would block them with Ifrit and blackey by using multiple 'Wood Drops.'
'Hmph.'
Zhao Luo didn't sweat at all as he still had to start his attacks.
For now, he was looking for the weakness in their coordination.
