But Li Wen's movements didn't falter in the slightest.
His arm was as steady as a rock, its swing stirring the air into a sharp whistle.
The eighth slash! A bolt of incredibly condensed gray energy suddenly erupted.
ROAR—!
The scene erupted.
"The eighth slash! That's the eighth slash!! And he hasn't stopped!" This had completely surpassed their earlier expectations.
The ninth slash! The blade's light was ephemeral, so fast it left only a faint afterimage on the retina.
Before the blade even arrived, an acute sharpness that seemed to tear through the air and sever thought itself washed over them, forcing the spectating geniuses standing closer to subconsciously take half a step back.
"My god! The ninth slash!!"
"Another nine-form genius!"
"This year is insane. One nine-form freak wasn't enough, and now there's this guy causing phenomena... Wait, he... he isn't sheathing his saber?!"
