The Silver Cane turned into a sword and sliced off Beckman's hand with a shing. The blade flashed, pierced his throat, and withdrew.
With a swish, the Silver Sword flung off a streak of blood, which instantly dried in the heat on the ground, sending up wisps of smoke.
Boom!
A pair of black wings unfurled. Without looking back, Chen Lun held up the severed hand and shot into the sky, flying through the open "skylight."
Crash!!
Countless shards of glass shattered and fell, drawing cries from below.
Without Beckman sustaining it, the giant fireball began to warp and ripple, becoming extremely unstable.
The crowd in Bradley Square, and even the residents farther away in Amber City, all saw a "Little Sun" slowly rising into the sky.
Beneath the "Little Sun," there seemed to be a tiny figure holding it up.
"Oh my God! This is terrifying!"
"What is that?!"
"Mom, look! It's that flying man!"
"Lying again? I'll give you a... oh! That's impossible!"
Bang-boooom!!!
A tremendous explosion rang out like thunder in the sky.
Countless residents raised their heads and saw an awe-inspiring, gigantic firework bloom beneath the blue sky.
Beautiful, yet deadly.
Fine flames rained down, but went out halfway to the ground, causing no harm to the crowd below.
At the center of the fireworks, the figure stood in midair like a god.
The nearby residents were utterly shaken. Then they thought of the disaster that would have occurred had that "Little Sun" exploded on the ground, and sincere admiration and gratitude rose within them for the figure in the sky.
Many lowered their heads in prayer. Some even knelt in worship, silently calling him an angel.
[Your actions have inspired gratitude among the residents of Amber City. Regional renown +2!]
Chapter 120: A