Without a moment's pause, Wei'a vanished from midair and appeared on the ground below.
Bang! He planted both feet heavily on the floor. Cracks instantly spread outward from beneath them. Then, as though struck by a tremendous force, the broken pieces of flooring sprang up one after another with sharp cracks, moving at astonishing speed.
Facing the Bronze Mask Man, Wei'a bent his knees into a half crouch and spread his arms like wings, his eyes fixed coldly on his opponent. His open hands seemed to disappear as they swept like lightning through the fragments rising around him.
When his palms opened again, a small stone rested between each pair of fingers. Eight stones lay ready in his hands.
His arms snapped like bowstrings, sending all eight stones screaming toward the Bronze Mask Man! The instant they left his hands, Wei'a leaned forward and drove off with both legs, shooting ahead like a cannonball from its barrel!
The Bronze Mask Man's expression changed again and again. Though his mask hid it, his movements had lost all their earlier composure! Wei'a's sequence of movements had been as swift as lightning, leaving him not the slightest opening. As for the power of those stones, he was certain that taking even one would leave a bloody hole in his body.
But the Bronze Mask Man was, after all, a formidable fighter! Even at a disadvantage, he refused to give up!
The room was too small, leaving him little space to dodge. This environment suited his opponent perfectly while hampering his own abilities. But anyone who thought defeating him would be this easy was dreaming!
The eyes behind the bronze mask calmly watched the approaching stones and the fiercely charging Wei'a.
Ding! The chime rang out again!
"Flower Realm Separation!"
Every snowflake suddenly blazed