He moved so fast that the ordinary clan members only saw a blur.
But the truly jaw-dropping scene was yet to come.
As Li Wen charged forward, his gaze as sharp as a falcon's, he opened his right hand. He made a grasping motion toward a blood-stained Standard Rapier lying on the battlefield dozens of meters away, left behind by a fallen soldier.
HUM!
A low, imposing hum resonated through the air.
An invisible, unsettling power descended in an instant.
The space around Li Wen's grasping palm seemed to twist for a moment.
The ordinary steel blade, lying in a pool of mud and blood, moved as if controlled by a giant, invisible hand.
With a soft SHING, it shot into the air.
It moved so fast it left a faint white vapor trail in the air.
Then, as if drawn by a magnet, it landed flawlessly in Li Wen's open hand.
The moment the blade was in his hand, Li Wen's entire aura changed.
The members of the Li clan were completely stunned, their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound.
