The bronze gong of Ring One split the arena air with the force of an exploding shell.
CLANGGG.
Before the sound could decay into the dark rock walls, Mu Chen’s hands snapped into the opening mudra of the Violet Mist Academy’s supreme art.
“Sextuple Hexagram Guillotine!” Mu Chen roared. His voice carried the haughty arrogance of a prince ordering a dog put down.
All six violet crystal flying swords broke into blinding, coordinated flight.
They didn’t strike in a single cluster. They split instantly into six spatial vectors. They rose thirty feet into the amber sky before diving downward along converging curved arcs.
As they dived, the high-pitched deep ring between the crystal blades formed a linked web of violet crushing force waves. A six-sided cage of cutting energy sixty feet across that tightly packed inward toward Lin Ke at ninety miles an hour.
The arena sand beneath the dropping cage was crushed into fine powder. Stone fragments were sliced into tiny dust before the blades even arrived.
