At the sight of Lin Yan looking so weak that a gust of wind might knock him over,
and his seemingly meaningless gesture, Wing's heart leaped into his throat.
What was he going to do?
Wing kept his Gyo locked firmly on Lin Yan's fingertip and the hovering Red-Gold Sword Pellet, terrified that something might go wrong.
He saw no Nen aura emerge from Lin Yan's fingertip. It was nothing more than a simple pointing gesture.
But the instant he pointed, the hovering Sword Pellet moved.
It made no sound as it cut through the air, unleashed no shock wave, and left not even an afterimage.
It merely trembled slightly and vanished from its spot.
The next second, Wing's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
He saw it.
A nearly transparent silver thread, finer than a strand of hair, flashed through the air.
It was too fast-so fast that it exceeded the limits of his moving vision.
Had he not maintained his intensely focused Gyo the entire time, he would have thought it was an illusion.
That silver thread silently swept across the hard Alloy Support Pillar.
Then everything returned to stillness.
The Sword Pellet reappeared before Lin Yan, hovering quietly. Not even a ripple disturbed the red-gold sheen flowing over its surface.
Nothing had happened in the room.
The support pillar remained just as it had been, completely intact.
Did it fail?
The thought flashed through Wing's mind.
Well, after all that commotion, he ended up forging something that looked impressive but was useless. That was...
Before he could even form an expression of regret, something changed.
Crack.
An extremely faint snap sounded, like an eggshell cracking.
An almost invisible hairline fracture appeared near the top of the Alloy Support Pillar, right where the silver thread had passed.
Then, before Wing's