As the clash drew to its peak, Lin Mu stood still for a moment, both swords at his sides.
Afternoon Pine in his left. Ocean Raker in his right.
The aura around him began to shift—denser, darker, more defined. The arena's atmosphere condensed, and every spectator felt their throats tighten.
Even before he moved, the storm was already building.
HIgh Elder Yan Dao took a breath, feeling the building momentum of Lin Mu's aura. He didn't move, as if still calculating what Lin Mu would do next.
Instead of attacking him though, Lin Mu looked toward the Grand Elder and gave a calm yet urgent warning.
"Grand Elder. I intend to use the full might of these two swords' skills."
"The formation protecting the arena… raise it to its maximum threshold. If not, the disciples will be caught in the backlash."
His voice was solemn, but the tone held a blade's edge.
The disciples gasped. Even the elders' expressions turned grave.
