"So fast!"
Lin Huang's pupils narrowed slightly. Sword8's attack was no slower than Sword9 in terms of speed and Sword9 had specialized in rapid speed.
In the blink of an eye, Sword8's figure was already in front of Lin Huang.
Just as Lin Huang swung his sword to intercept the attack, he saw blue veins suddenly bulge out aggressively on Sword8's sword-wielding right hand and her muscles rapidly swelled up. Her arm, originally only about 50 centimeters in length, expanded to over a meter long in the blink of an eye. Her arm and its knotted muscles were as thick as Tyrant's, if not even more so.
Even more bizarre, however, was that her sword speed did not increase—in fact, rather strangely, it seemed to slow down slightly.
