Before the sentence could be finished, everyone saw it: a series of electric sparks CRACKLED along the long chain. Countless silvery-white sparks flickered madly, racing down the chain to the tip before disappearing into the dense fog along with the steel fork.
"Amazing. To think Dao Mingke could come up with a move like this," the self-appointed commentator explained to the crowd around him. "He detached the steel fork from the Whale-piercing Chain Cannon. Swinging it by hand while holding the chain definitely won't be as powerful as when the mechanism fires it. To increase the damage, he conducted a current from his Thunder Gloves along the chain… Huh? Where's Milady?"
He seemed to have just realized how quiet it was in the fog.
Although the attack was terrifying, Milady's luck seemed to be holding out. No cry of pain came from the dense fog, nor was there the sound of a body falling to the deck or into the sea. It seemed she had somehow dodged it without a sound.
