Crackle!
The dreamlike radiance finally faded, but the crisp sound of ice crystals shattering continued without end, making the surroundings seem all the more silent.
Though the special effects had disappeared, everyone still stared at that figure, not daring to underestimate him in the slightest.
That thing... had been stopped?
Having experienced it firsthand twice, Amira had nearly tried to dodge on instinct in that moment.
But what happened next struck at the very foundations of her worldview.
This guy could not only sense an attack before anyone else, he could even face an opponent that had left the hunters helpless.
Most importantly, he had actually stopped it, relying on that so-called "guiding moonlight."
Could pollution fight pollution?
Impossible. It made no sense...
Still reeling from the shock, Amira couldn't help stepping forward to feel around. But where she reached, there was nothing.
Whether it had been intercepted or cut apart, there were no invisible remains beneath the thick fog. It was as if...
"Maybe I only struck a pose and shattered a rusty sword. That still doesn't prove anything."
The next moment, a voice spoke the words in her heart.
Fu Qian had instantly resumed his leisurely air, examining the weapon, which had been reduced to little more than a hilt.
The form this discarded pawn took was indeed unusual.
Just as it had come with a violent charge yet left no trace, Fu Qian was quite certain that the opponent had ceased to exist under that blow.
And yet its final act had been to truly "cease to exist," as though it had quietly dissolved into the thick fog.
"No. I know it was there, though I don't understand how you did it."
As it turned out, perhaps because he lacked the need for emotional niceties, Brother Simon