Li Can moved swiftly, leaving trails of afterimages in the room, the air filled with the whooshing sound of his iron balls speeding by.
The iron balls darted around the barbeque shop, bouncing off walls and floors, spinning and rebounding, some tracing eerie arcs, making them impossible to defend against.
Though there were only three iron balls, it felt like over a dozen were crashing around.
Despite Li Can being alone, one could mistake him for an entire soccer team.
The walls and floor were riddled with holes.
Ziyu found her movement space shrinking.
Li Can's footwork grew even faster, and the confidence in his eyes intensified.
"Moon-shielding Light-shaming Sword!"
At that moment, the treasure sword in Ziyu's hand emitted a sudden burst of white light, causing everyone to squint.
Then, the mirror-like sword light abruptly rose, reflecting everything around.
Li Can was also reflected within.
