Pan Ying is ready, Blood Arm is reading the incantation!
Even before Minkler began his dramatic performance, Ji Jue was already rolling up his sleeves, ready to make a move.
Double, quadruple, eight times, sixteen times... Start simple at two hundred fifty-six times, then proceed, blade raised and falling, again and again.
Simple, straightforward, yet monotonous and boring repetition, delivering a slap to anyone within reach.
It is not fear of mastering a thousand techniques, but rather fear of mastering one exquisite skill which requires no tactics for most opponents, not even Ji Jue.
Pan Ying opens the jar, Jing Zhen finishes, perhaps adding Zanlu to break defenses and pressure the bloodline.
As Seno attempted to escape, Ji Jue launched his fierce attack, sparing none, taking down all sixteen of his followers, waiting for Seno to ultimately land on his sword.
In less than two seconds, the blood wind howled through, staining the stands crimson.
