No one was standing.
Is this guy a demon!
A sense of death filled the entire room, and for a moment, no one spoke.
After an uncertain amount of time, the young man's footsteps stopped, and a disciple of Steven Jose finally snapped back to reality. His body shot forward, the short blade at his waist whirled, carrying fierce energy as it slashed toward my neck!
One slash, nothing but death!
"Who gave you such confidence?" my calm voice rang out. The next second, I stepped back, then reached out my arm, directly grasping the opponent's wrist!
The disciple of Steven Jose clearly wasn't a pushover either; his feet pushed off the ground, twisting his body ninety degrees as a foot fiercely slammed toward my shoulder!
"Die!"
This kick had a force of hundreds of pounds. If it landed, he was confident he could cripple the kid before him!
My lips curved into an arc, and I reached out with the other hand, directly grabbing the opponent's ankle.
