With just one strike, Yun You severed Yang Lie's most prized mechanical prosthetic, snatching away the prosthetic blade that had claimed the lives of her parents.
Her movements were silent, as if she vanished into thin air and then reappeared from nowhere.
Yang Lie only felt a chill on his shoulder, and then he completely lost sensation in his arm.
The only thing he could feel was an excruciating pain!
"This prosthetic... is truly vile."
Yun You took Yang Lie's right arm, glanced at it briefly, and shook her head silently.
"It has taken countless innocent lives, including those of my family."
Muttering a casual lament, she tossed the biological prosthetic into the air, and with a few swift strikes, reduced it to a heap of metal scraps.
"But, in the end, it's not the weapon that's guilty, but the one who wields it."
"So I'll give it a swift end, unlike you."
"..."
Hearing Yun You's words, Yang Lie's pupils contracted, leaving him somewhat bewildered.
