"Snap~!"
The five-meter-long Sword Hemp Rope danced in mid-air, rolling out one circle after another. These circles were born from the twist of the wrist, traveling along the rope to its end.
At the last section, the end of the rope broke free from the momentum of the circles, as if it had escaped the rolling force and smashed out fiercely.
The tremendous force struck the moth-sized insect, directly smashing it to burst open.
Lin An swung the rope at an extremely fast speed, and he was in superb condition.
In his 'Cat Instinct State,' he was particularly suited to using such rope techniques, striking with swiftness and precision like a cat's paw slapping a large mitt.
Snap snap snap~
A series of dense bursting sounds echoed as insects were smashed into powder one after another.
But the eeriness lay here—the insects didn't seem real. The beige powder carried by the wind billowed and, caught up by the forceful winds from the swinging rope, it began to swell in the air.
