No matter how the crowd chanted, no matter how many emotions and hopes they placed behind their words, Atticus' fate was far worse than even Silas'. Even with the precautions he took, Ryu's speed was too ungodly.
As things stood now, Ryu didn't even have five percent of his fighting strength. This so-called borderline Spiritual Severing Realm speed of his couldn't even be considered his best. Yet, it was more than enough to deal with these jokes of an enemy.
Ryu stood on the edge of a building's roof, his glaive being held tightly to the side of his body as Atticus hung limply on the other side of it. Though it wasn't a lethal blow to a cultivator, Atticus' spine was still severed. Whether it would ever be reattached in the future was improbably.
