Woosh!
Taiyi's gaze withdrew from between the red moon and the blue moon, taking a long breath, his exhalation like a hurricane, falling upon the cloud sea and stirring up sheets of clouds, reminiscent of the willow catkins by the Silent River at the end of March.
Click!
The magazine of the charm gun in his hand turned slightly, the crisp sound of the mechanism echoed far.
He didn't give Professor Montreya a chance to speak, raising his hand for a shot—perhaps in the whole world only the two of them were left alive, so it didn't matter if the aim was off—the young legend, carrying this subtle thought, didn't pause his finger in the slightest and, in the blink of an eye, emptied the five remaining Fu Bullets in the magazine in one go.
