Wuxie gave him a casual, almost playful salute with the DreadBlade, the crimson edges glowing faintly as if acknowledging the action. Then, with a single effortless motion, he rested the weapon back on his shoulder, the hum of its energy resonating through the air like a heartbeat, subtle yet pervasive.
From the stands, Minjun clutched his stomach, laughter spilling out uncontrollably, shaking his shoulders until tears pricked at his eyes. Dan slammed his fist against the railing, howling in triumph, a wide grin splitting his face. "That is our Wuxie!" he roared, voice hoarse with excitement.
