Edward stared at his severed arm in astonishment. In that instant, he had seen every one of Lu Li's movements clearly. His physical speed and strength were in no way inferior to Lu Li's.
But why?
Why had he failed to dodge Lu Li's slash!?
Something bizarre—an endless sense of wrongness—surrounded him.
It felt just like when he faced Shen Wulong. It wasn't that Lu Li had swung his blade at his arm; it was as if his arm had offered itself up to be cut!
Why had he chosen to attack that way at that moment? And why hadn't he had time to change his move?
The result of his arm being severed felt like one link in an inevitable chain of logic.
He trembled. His body wouldn't stop shaking. As the reincarnated vessel of Wu Hei, progenitor of the Wu Family, this was only the second time in five thousand years that he had felt the emotion known as fear.
Looking again at the man standing in the corridor was like staring into an abyss. He was simply not an opponent one person could challenge alone.
No wonder Tiger Niko's disciples had been unable to do anything to Lu Li. This man was absurdly powerful, far beyond all expectations!
"Idiot, turn off your Release already! Are you trying to bleed to death?"
A voice came from the other end of the corridor. A white-haired middle-aged man approached from behind Lu Li, his expression grave as he looked at Edward with one arm severed.
"What a mess, Edward."
At the same time, a handsome man with long golden hair approached from Edward's direction. He looked at Lu Li. "So this is your peak state. No wonder those gladiators were no match for you."
"Huh?"
Completely unaware that he was