All of a sudden... Pfft!
Yang Yi's sword, brimming with killing intent, pierced Wan Tonghui's shoulder.
The power of the battle body flowing around the latter was pierced straight through by Yang Yi's sword, drawing a muffled groan from his lips.
Boom...
The next instant, Wan Tonghui viciously blasted Yang Yi's sword aside, frantically retreating before stopping dozens of meters away, one hand clutching the wound on his shoulder.
At the same time, Yang Yi gripped his sword and said coldly, "Wan Tonghui, your fourth-grade battle body is nothing special after all."
Beneath the black veil, Wan Tonghui's face twisted savagely. He clenched his teeth hard—hard enough to crack them. He had actually lost to someone without a battle body. Yet he quickly stopped caring and said in a low voice, "I simply didn't use my full strength."
He truly had not used his full strength, because he still needed to conceal his real unique power lest someone see it and expose his identity.
No matter what Yang Yi said, he simply refused to admit who he was.
At that moment, Wan Tonghui suddenly bared a vicious grin. "The game ends here, Yang Yi. Now, the real show begins!"
The moment his words fell... Jingle, jangle!
A sudden wind rose, and bursts of bell chimes rang out all around them, growing louder and more piercing by the second.
The bells jingled without pause, and Yang Yi's expression changed at once. He shouted frostily, "Wan Tonghui, you're shameless!"
Yang Yi knew perfectly well that these bells had been prepared specifically to deal with his blindness.
"Shameless? Hahaha! We came here to kill and loot—I'm not some damned Wan Tonghui." Wan Tonghui continued denying his identity, then roared, "All of you, get him..."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Figures in black lunged out to