The bamboo stick swung in advance effortlessly tore through the Patrol's thigh-thick Armor.
To onlookers, the scene seemed somewhat inexplicable.
It was as if Tyraste swiped at the air, and Patrol Wuken involuntarily came up to fake an injury!
Obviously, this round of combat was hugely profitable for Tyraste.
But see, his attacks on Wuken's thigh and groin Armor were orderly, each sword leaving wounds that were bone-deep!
One must understand.
Patrol Wuken, in essence, was nothing more than the vengeful spirits of the Trolls, a number one combatant, and the visible wounds were often trauma to his spirit body!
This kind of damage was irreversible.
Soon.
Matthew noticed the Bamboo Leaf Mark on Wuken's head was rapidly diminishing.
From the initial forty-one leaves, it had changed to thirty-nine, then in a blink to thirty-six, followed by thirty-five, thirty-four...
The scene struck observers with a shock that transcended the visual realm.
