On the arena, two Martial Dao Sixth Rank fighters were battling.
The man on the left wielded the rather rare Scorpion Tail Arm Hook. It was worn along the outside of the user's arm and consisted of an iron rod ending in a curved hook.
This weapon could sweep and chop, but if the tip of the hook caught you, all the wearer had to do was tug. Your flesh would tear open, and the bleeding would be impossible to stop.
The man on the right, meanwhile, wielded a long sword. His swordsmanship was crisp and his edge no less sharp.
The two men fought with speed and control, putting on quite a good show. Their bout drew cheers from the crowd now and then, keeping the atmosphere lively.
"That Scorpion Tail Arm Hook seems to be the signature weapon of Old Nine Scorpion of North Mountain. Could it be that the old fellow didn't want to come himself, so he sent a disciple in his place?"
"That's certainly possible. After all, this is only the first martial arts tournament in Yunze Prefecture. It's normal that it can't attract every powerful expert. It's understandable that they'd send their disciples to take part."
"Huh? What's that?"
Just as the two men on the arena were fighting fiercely, a faint blue figure seemed to detach from their bodies as they moved.
At first, it looked very much like an afterimage. But as more and more people noticed it, everyone realized that something was wrong.
Finally, when the two men on the arena realized something was amiss and tried to stop, they were shocked to discover that they had completely lost control of their bodies!
They were like puppets secretly controlled by someone, continuing to fight on the arena against their will.
"What