But unexpectedly, Ying Rui suddenly dodged to the side.
He actually managed to evade a head-on clash with sheer speed.
And his Long Sword came to a halt less than half an inch from Tan Yu's throat.
Tan Yu: "..."
Ying Rui smiled faintly. "You lost. You lost because you underestimated me. Pathetic!"
Tan Yu: "!!!"
「On the arena floor.」
A wave of shocked and doubtful cries swept through the crowd.
Everyone was completely dumbfounded.
"Th-that speed... what was that?"
"That Magic is just absurd. I've spent years painstakingly practicing my Body Technique, and I can't even hold a candle to him."
"What kind of Magic is it? Why did one word disable the Corpse Puppet?"
"By Great Yu's Flourishing Era, I borrow this official's form?"
"I've never heard of it!"
"This Ying Rui... where on earth did he come from?"
"If he's this strong, why didn't he show it earlier?"
