The soft sensation coming from his arm told Zhuo Geng that his strike had missed the main target. As a slight pain emerged from his waist, accompanied by a series of metallic friction sounds, a figure slid from behind him to the front.
"As expected of the Dragon King, my blade couldn't even break your skin!"
Zhuo Geng looked down at his waist where his clothes had torn, revealing dragon scales that had risen in automatic defense, with a knife mark visible on them. He then looked up at the instigator of all this. This person seemed familiar from the Sword Discussion Conference, probably one of the Bloodshed Child of Origin, yet he hadn't participated in the competition. He had only appeared during the initial conflict with the Investigation Hall, so Zhuo Geng didn't know his name.
"What's your name?" Zhuo Geng asked, raising his head.
