The frail man's right foot was nailed to a corner of the arena by the Eight-direction Hammer, and his body hung down, like a bat suspended from a tree, screaming miserably.
The screams pierced into everyone's ears, and all those around turned pale.
They all looked at Blackfoot, their eyes filled with anger.
Seeing everyone's gaze, Blackfoot looked aggrieved, shaking his head and saying, "Impossible, the purple cloak can only absorb ninety percent of the attacks. I never knew it could increase power and speed ninefold."
Although Blackfoot said so, everyone now believed that Blackfoot must be extremely foolish, unable to realize the cloak's heaven-defying capabilities, only considering it a common magical treasure for absorbing attacks.
If the purple cloak only absorbed attacks, it would indeed be considered a mere chicken rib magical treasure, but if it could also increase power and speed ninefold, it would simply be too defiant of the natural order.
