So their numbers were definitely greater than imagined.
Much, much greater.
Low growls echoed through the subway tunnel, filled with impatient agitation.
"Mei."
"Teacher Zhao Bai?"
Mei had been waiting at his side, her hand gripping the sword trembling slightly. Miss Ke's words seemed to have struck a chord, reminding her of everything Honkai had taken from her.
"I have a way to save her, but I need your help."
"Tell me."
Zhao Bai said calmly, "Just as I said before, I don't know any defensive sword techniques. But I'm far too strong. If I kill Miss Ke in an instant, then it'll all be over."
Mei nodded hesitantly.
Although this was a serious situation, and the calm Zhao Bai looked incredibly dashing and cool, why did that sound a little off?
Wasn't he indirectly saying she was weak?!
Before she could think further, a fierce slash came at her. Mei could only meet it with the Beichen Blade.
Clang!
The katana and scythe collided, sending sparks flying.
Neither could gain the upper hand.
Miss Ke had said she could only suppress the demon in her mind during the day. Was there even the slightest chance that, when the sun rose, that pitiful Miss Ke could return?
As long as there was hope, Zhao Bai would give it everything he had.
He pulled weapon after weapon from his subspace and laid them across the ground. The more weapons he placed down, the heavier the desolation of an ancient battlefield became.
Weapons taken from subspace required a fraction of a second to materialize. By taking them out beforehand, the weapons he wanted would be right at hand, ready to use immediately.
This was Zhao Bai's Myriad Martial Arts.
He connected Theresa's call and said in the most casual tone he could