"Not bad. Jin Liang and the Iron Hook King were both quite valuable, bringing my information gathering up to the basic requirements."
In the audience, aside from Yu Jing, who was completely focused on Shen Zhao's performance,
Feng Rui also kept his mechanical left eye locked onto Shen Zhao the entire time, fully analyzing his physical body. Even the details of Shen Zhao's blinking were subjected to analysis.
Feng Rui had a special purpose in this special circus performance...
Whoosh!
The butcher's blade came down.
Under the absolute control of the Chaos Secret Art, the strike went perfectly. Jin Liang's body was torn apart from the center, the two halves falling sideways as his organs and blood spilled out.
"The match is decided. The winner is the Butcher, Shen Zhao."
Shen Zhao put away the butcher's blade and turned toward the circus elder who had helped him fight the Iron Hook King. "Sorry for wasting more than ten seconds of your valuable time."
The old man was also extremely satisfied with Shen Zhao's performance. "As expected of one of the 'Thirteen' valued by my lord. Both your strength and talent are among the best. I'll do my best to help you achieve the final victory and satisfy my lord."
Just as the two were leaving for the resting area beside the arena, a wave of supernatural energy swept over them.
Jin Liang's body had been cut in half and appeared to be dead beyond recovery, but a thin curtain of light suddenly enveloped its surface.
Time Reversal.
Jin Liang returned to the moment before he was killed by the butcher's blade. His head was covered in sweat, his face pale, and he looked as though he might collapse at any moment.
"The match is over. I should be safe