"It should be effective, of course, it's best to believe in the coach and the others. Maybe they don't even need a minute and can take care of that conceited guy right away." Yu Liang still hadn't felt the appearance of other strange story "humans," thereby giving rise to some thoughts of summoning "it".
Xu Cixi nodded and said, "Okay."
Yu Liang, however, focused more on the distant battle, where the coach was already fighting with the boy called "Half."
The sword wind was piercingly cold, constantly emitting strange whistles that shattered the glass of the shop windows below, one after another. The crisp "ping ping" sounds mixed with the muffled noise of swords clashing, like a composition.
Yet, "Half" was dodging. His body rhythmically matched the tempo of the coach's swordplay in a very odd way--sometimes fast, sometimes slow--but he always managed to dodge perfectly.
