As a Dark Attribute Martial Artist, he possessed keen senses. How could he fail to see it? Mu Chen's suit of pitch-black armor was a truly deadly weapon. Retracting the Steel Blades when he struck Sun Yong with his Steel Tail, pulling back the Steel Claws when he attacked Wu Lei and Wang Jie, and finally, using the flat of his Wing Body instead of his Wing Blades to swat them away—all of it was a show of mercy.
If this had been in the Outer Realm, the fight would have been over in an instant. This guy, Mu Chen... he was just too strong. Unconscionably strong! Unacceptably strong!
"Heh. You know when to bend and when to stand firm. You remind me of a friend of mine. No wonder they say that aside from Poison Cauldron Masters, Dark Attribute Martial Artists are the last people you should ever cross. Seeing you now, I can understand why. You people are just too calm and collected."
