Dust filled the sky.
Outsiders could no longer see what was happening on the battlefield.
In the middle of a window, Liu Di found a little boy who had gotten separated from his parents.
With only one arm left, he held the child in his arms. Then, liquid metal transformed into tentacles and pushed the direction of the entire building's collapse toward the man in hemp clothing.
Amid rumbling crashes.
Liu Di landed on the ground, and the little boy, around seven or eight years old, stood beside him.
Blood dripped continuously from one severed arm, while his other hand was held over the boy's head, shielding him from the falling rubble.
He had no time to leave the collapse zone.
Because the barefoot man was already slowly walking through the dust.
His truly meaningful attack had been that punch just now.
It shattered the liquid metal armor and pulverized Liu Di's arm at the root.
Magic Child calculated that this fellow's strength, speed, and defense were at least sixty times greater than Liu Di's.
Moreover, he possessed an eerie defensive movement technique that was impossible to fathom.
A faint scent of blood permeated the air.
The child beside him widened his eyes. He glanced at the approaching figure in the distance, then looked at Liu Di. The child knew that this big brother beside him had saved his life.
And that approaching figure was a bad person.
Trembling slightly, he asked, "Big brother, doesn't your hand hurt?"
Liu Di kept his gaze fixed on the barefoot man's hazy silhouette and slowly shook his head. "It doesn't hurt. But are you scared?"
The child's eyes trembled as well. "A little."
Liu Di chuckled and shifted his attention. "What's your name?"
The child hesitated for a moment. "My name is Mu