Among the hundreds of thread attacks, there were also a dozen or so metal threads intertwined to form a spiral compass, shooting out like a whip. Each top-level fighter is a master in their own weapon field. Even if they fight unarmed, they're still a damn expert at hand-to-hand combat.
Some unique and unusual weapons can be used in even more ingenious ways.
Amos is a master of this technique.
Despite the Eye Demon's best efforts to block them, the hundreds of threads still inflicted extensive wounds all over his back, with his flesh turning over in pain. His cloak and the clothes underneath were torn into shreds, hanging around his neck. Dozens of bloody wounds crisscrossed his body in a chaotic mess.
Whoosh!
A flying metal thread hit the sword, sparking an explosion before it drifted away. It directly cut into the Eye Demon's left shoulder, extremely sharp, slicing off a piece of flesh in a swift motion.
"Damn it!"
