The black-clothed man’s expression got ugly. He suddenly clashed the two rulers in his hands and, just when everyone wondered what he was doing, he disappeared on the spot.
Everyone watching the fight shivered. What sort of martial arts could make someone disappear for a brief moment? Anyone would be caught off guard in that situation. Although Ye Mo was strong, could he dodge an invisible attack?
Even Zeng Zhengxia was worried, since it was the highest level of ninjutsu. Before everyone could think, there was a howl of pain.
Everybody focused on the two people fighting on the stage. Ye Mo stood where he was without moving, but the black-clothed man had lost an arm.
After a moment of silence, the crowd burst into applause. The black-clothed man was too cocky and he was undermining Chinese ancient martial arts.
