He followed the rhythm, shattering one bone instrument after another with the back of his hand, as if he were navigating through a forest made of arms, severing joints and cutting tendons, and one row after another of this flesh and blood forest fell.
He breathed lightly, also catching a certain rhythm, sparks flying everywhere, blood splattering all over, resembling the crisp clanging sound of iron forging echoing through the corridor.
The examining officials of Radiance, who had just relaxed, felt their hearts clench again at the sight of the youth's fluid movements, sensing that An Su might indeed be at risk of surviving.
At that moment, Merlin revealed a cold smile.
An Su shattered another arm, and as the last of Stitched Life raised its hammer high, ready to strike in an instant, he followed the rhythm he had established and went to block it with his dagger—
But at that moment, it didn't fall.
