Chapter 44: A Skill Mode?
---
Yin Zhe's teeth painfully grinned together, a gnash sound echoed, and he felt the muscles in his jaw tremble from the effort. Inside his head, Yin Zhe thought rapidly, calculating, measuring the distances to his sword. he could not reach. Roaring Cat, his sword, lay just out of reach, a few feet away on the stone floor, its blade catching glints of sunlight, teasing him like it was mocking his helplessness. If he could only reach it… if only his arms were at least a bit free… but for now, they were nothing but dead weight pressed against the floor by seven bodies, each one a wall of physical resistance.
