Clang... Clang...
Two blades suddenly emerged from beneath the running young man's feet, their appearance so abrupt, as if they had precisely calculated where he would step.
Ah... The young man's feet were pierced by the blades, extending all the way to his knees. Fortunately, he was in a Soul State, so there was no bloodshed; however, he was firmly nailed in place, unable to pull his legs off the blades no matter how hard he tried.
"Why, why are you doing this to me?" he twisted his head and bellowed at us, as if to suggest that all this was a set-up we had orchestrated against him.
I had no authority to speak on this matter, as I was not the one who had set these rules, and I was unaware of the sudden appearance of these blades.
"What... what is going on here?" I did not turn to Meng Po to ask, but instead quietly inquired to Liu Xingyuan, who had already positioned himself next to me.
