And this was merely the most basic way to attack. Chen Mu was like a starving wolf that had spotted succulent meat, his eyes blazing with a heat utterly unlike his usual composure. Watching beside him, Lu Xiaoru felt her heart lurch up and down, wondering whether something had gone wrong with her card.
[Soundbind] was a powerful card, but its attacks were relatively limited in form, a restriction dictated by its underlying principles. Chen Mu guessed that [Soundbind] had two crucial elements. The first should be the use of perception to pluck the two energy reeds. That seemingly simple plucking motion ought to encompass many variations. The other crucial element should be the reeds' shape, size, thickness, and so on.
Unfortunately, Chen Mu was a complete outsider when it came to music. Even knowing the key elements, he could not work out those variations.
Still, he had methods of his own. Gathering every scrap of perception in his body, Chen Mu gave the two energy reeds a savage pluck. As though seized by two enormous hands, the reeds were pulled apart to an exaggerated extent, then abruptly released.
Crack!
The chair before him exploded, followed by the table behind it. Wood chips flew through the living room! Fragments of stone sprayed from the wall behind the table as a fist-sized hole blasted through it, spiderweb cracks spreading around its edges. Through the hole, they could see that the cabinet on the other side had also been punched through. The velvet quilt on the large bed behind the cabinet suddenly burst apart too, sending soft down fluttering wildly around the room.
Lu Xiaoru stared, dumbstruck.
She had possessed [Soundbind] for years, and no one knew its power better than she did. In her opinion, the card could only win through