Ying Yue clutched the water blade and instantly appeared before Park Jung-tae.
"Puchi—"
A streak of silver light slashed down, and to everyone's horror, Park Jung-tae's right arm slid off from the shoulder like tofu and then plummeted into Heavenly Lake, staining the azure waters red.
"Ah—"
Park Jung-tae let out a piercing scream, clutching his arm as his figure rapidly retreated, in the blink of an eye he had moved hundreds of meters away.
Beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and in his eyes looking at Ying Yue, there was only shock and roars of rage, "You... how dare you injure me? How dare you?"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
Ying Yue appeared behind Park Jung-tae like a specter, and with another swing of his blade, Park Jung-tae's other arm also slid off.
In the blink of an eye, Park Jung-tae was armless, a cripple!
Seeing this scene, all the onlookers were silent as cicadas in winter, collectively speechless.
