On the ground, Medusa, the Blade Saint, was embarrassingly knocked around by consecutive hard strikes from the Braid Knife and the paddle-like blade, rolling on the ground like a tumbleweed and quickly becoming dirty and disheveled, with her punk golden hair turning into a drooping rooster's tail.
On the emerald-green Red Earth Square, aside from the "crackle" of the bonfire, all that was left were erratically bouncing eyeballs strewn about.
Seven blades emerged at once!
Probably no one had ever imagined that there could be a bladester who could wildly swing seven blades at the same time!
Others might not be able to, but why couldn't Fat Luo do it!
The Nose-curling Knife! The Horizontal Mouth Knife! The Braid Knife! Dual Hand Knives! The Paddle-like Blade that swirled like helicopter rotors! These were cycloned from the ground up into the air, falling from the sky, stabbing towards the long blade aimed at Medusa Blade Saint's Yonberi's heaven-covering canopy.
