"Sam!" Mitus yelled, watching an arc of warping Qi shoot across the sky.
"GaaahhhHHHHhhHHHhH!"
Boom!
Sam, a male cultivator with long brown hair in a ponytail, yelled in pain as he fell to the ground.
He had both hands on his thigh, trying to stop the bleeding on his amputated leg, something that would kill him shortly if not treated.
After Tiara, a black-haired woman with low-back-length hair narrowly dodged an air slash, Mitus' heart thumped. He couldn't believe what he saw; something felt wrong.
"What are you hiding!?" Mitus yelled, dodging another attack, "There is no way you killed an elite Heaven Realm cultivator, and mortally wounded another, with raw Qi!"
Cultivations at their level had long since abandoned the art as frivolous unless they were handling [children]. It was the equivalent of racing a sports car on a bicycle and winning in their eyes.
