Taciturn wore a serious face, drawing a long two-handed sword and adopting an attack stance. His gaze constantly swept the surroundings, trying to detect some signs and attack the stealth player to reveal his presence!
"Spilt Water Can't Be Regained, is that you? If you are a man, come out and fight me fair and square!"
The atmosphere in the whole space grew tense with this call, Taciturn couldn't stand it and shouted loudly, hoping to provoke the player into appearing.
But all was still quiet, not even a whisper of wind, as if mocking Taciturn's ignorance.
"Taciturn bro, are we being too cautious?"
One of the players couldn't help but ask.
Just as he opened his mouth, a change came over Taciturn's face, and he swung his weapon forcefully in the left direction, the great sword sweeping out!
"Clang!"
A sound of weapon clashing emerged, then a player appeared out of thin air, rather embarrassingly retreating two steps from Taciturn's attack.
