(Third update)
No one had expected the battle to come so quickly and end just as fast, leaving everyone no time to react.
From the moment Yang Ming raised a finger and used it as a sword to execute Dugu Qiubai, to the moment he withdrew that finger, no more than five seconds had passed.
Yet within those brief five seconds, the three-inch sword aura condensed at Yang Ming's fingertip swept across the chests of Tai Long and the other three in succession, tearing their school uniforms and leaving inch-deep sword marks on their chests as blood spurted out.
Tai Long and the other three seemed to have been struck by a petrification ray, standing there as stiff as stone statues.
The instant they felt the stabbing pain in their chests, Tai Long and the others could sense that Bleach's scythe was only the tiniest bit away from them.
If Yang Ming had not shown mercy for the sake of being classmates with no great enmity between them, that sword aura would have pierced straight through their hearts!
Only after Yang Ming withdrew his move did Tai Long and the others come to their senses. Their entire bodies were drenched in sweat, as though they had just been fished out of the sea.
"I..."
Tai Long opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the moment his gaze met Yang Ming's deep eyes, goosebumps rose all over his body. Recalling that dazzling strike from moments ago, he hurriedly swallowed every curse back down.
Tai Long understood very well that even with Martial Soul Possession, he had been defeated by Yang Ming in a single strike. Not to mention, from beginning to end, he had not even seen Yang Ming summon his Martial Soul or Soul Rings.
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