Chiffon had no idea Muto had thought through so much in those brief dozen seconds. Even after Wind Blade severed Muto's arm, Muto still stood there in a daze. Given that level of endurance and resolve, Chiffon decided to spare him today.
Matsuzaki lay off to the side, gasping for breath. Only now was the color gradually returning to his face. He had nearly thought he would die here; his opponent had simply been too terrifying.
When he saw Brother Muto's right hand get cut off, he realized how naïve his thoughts had been. No one knew Brother Muto's X Sword Qi better than he did. Brother Muto could fight the last two of the Seven Saints with that X Sword Qi alone.
But the Seven Saints were called the Seven Saints because their methods were endless. Brother Muto only had X Sword Qi to show for himself. If he truly fought the Seven Saints, he might not last long.
Likewise, this showed that the masked man in black before them possessed strength comparable to the Seven Saints. Unfortunately, Manager Takagi had kicked an iron plate this time and provoked such a formidable opponent.
Matsuzaki had no thoughts of revenge at all. Against an opponent like Chiffon, he could not even bring himself to entertain such thoughts, because he knew the gap in strength between them was far too great.
Coming back to his senses, Muto dropped to his knees. Blood continued to gush from the stump of his right arm, yet he gritted his teeth and endured the pain. To him, nothing was more crushing than defeat.
Chiffon raised a hand and sent out a burst of air, stopping the bleeding from Muto's severed arm before saying, "You're very strong, but you followed the wrong person. If you're willing