Dongyang asked.
"No idea."
The other players all shook their heads.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!!
One deafening crash after another shook the air.
Those fallen believers were like weightless rag dolls, kicked flying by the gentleman in black, either smashed apart against the walls or sent bowling into the other believers, knocking down whole swaths of them.
Every sweep of the silver cane shattered several skulls.
His loose black trench coat fluttered as he moved unhurriedly through the crowd of believers, leaving scarlet bloodstains across the floor with his leisurely strides.
With an elegant piece of music playing, everyone might have mistaken it for dancing rather than slaughter.
Suddenly.
The players all heard a series of crisp clicks.
Then a sinuous silver streak flashed past. With a crack and a shower of sparks, several fallen believers were whipped to pieces.
Mr. Jack had transformed his Silver Cane into a barbed Silver Whip made of interlocking segments.
At the same time.
With a flick of his hand, four playing cards appeared between the fingers of his black-gloved left hand.
His wrist flicked, sending the cards flying.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Four believers had their throats sliced open and collapsed on the spot, their bodies still writhing in pools of blood.
The entire church hall seemed to have become Mr. Jack's personal stage. Not a single fallen believer could touch him.
The cards spun at high speed, slicing through the believers' necks with piercing shrieks and tracing straight lines of blood droplets through the air.
Mr. Jack spun gracefully.
His trench coat flared as he vanished from the spot, reappearing in midair the next instant. Hovering there, he kept flinging cards downward.
The fallen believers shrieked and roared, decapitated by the cards one after another before collapsing to the ground. They faced an