The flexsters, who had just been looking on, were long gone. To remain here at this time would be courting death. Those found around the arena would not have survived to this day if they did not have this much vision.
In the empty arena, numerous low whistles interweaved like countless crying grievances; it was breathtaking. The blade of a sword was like the rain, and could not be avoided.
There was no eye contact, no gestures, no openings, yet Chen Mu and Zara tacitly attacked at the same time.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The cracked air sounded like a high-pitched whistle—as if a wire had been oscillating at high speed. The 10 energy threads controlled by Chen Mu's pair of power gloves suddenly bounced, and the lightly drifting energy threads made a series of breathtaking tremors.
