Some market district.
A Barrier with an immense coverage rises here, seemingly indicating that the participants within possess large-scale destructive ability.
Inside the market, each stall, each crevice, even between broken bricks, arms are growing.
Endless arms can cooperate or act independently.
Even with such a massive number of arms, occupying absolute geographical advantage.
The grandmother standing at the very center, wearing a wide hat that covers her body with its brim, is drenched in sweat.
She actively extends her "hands" to control the swarm of arms, increasing the speed and power of their movement greatly.
Yet no matter how the tide of arms surges forward, they fail to reach the golden-haired man wrapped in a scarf, leaning on his cane.
The grandmother dares not approach lightly, she knows well the terrifying nature of impending doom.
She has to wait for an opportunity, to slowly wear him down, hoping Teacher Ma might show even a slight flaw.
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