"Art of the Frozen Blade - Form Eight: Whirlwind."
The woman smiled and raised her left hand, before gently whispering a single word.
"Charm."
Guildmaster Feng's sword intent immediately disappeared as he ceased his movements, falling to the ground as his eyes widened in shock. Despite being the one to use an ice-oriented attack, he was instead the one now frozen to the ground, completely unable to move as he stared into the woman's bewitching eyes.
"Guildmaster Feng!" the female scout yelled, snapping him out of the woman's charm effect.
"B-Bwuh… that art…" he breathed heavily, sweat forming on his forehead as he seemed to be frustrated with himself for falling so easily to the woman's tricks.
The leader of the Phantoms sighed. "How unfortunate. I had been hoping for an intense fight. It turns out… the Guildmaster of Qilian City's Hunters' Guild doesn't amount to all that much after all, huh? Just the weakest, simplest art in my arsenal was enough to make you succumb."
