The Result

Zhao Boqin had only managed to turn around and empower his wheel when Alex swung his sword.

For a moment, nothing happened. There was no explosion, no glowing lights, no grand display of power. Then, the barrier in front of the wheel split in half. And then…

"No…" a low groan escaped Zhao Boqin's mouth.

The wheel split in half.

The man couldn't comprehend how his wheel could be destroyed like that at all, and even as the thoughts remained in his mind, he sensed something approaching him at the last moment. Alas, it was too late.

Zhao Boqin felt the slash go through his right side, cutting off his arm and part of the shoulder. The talisman only then understood he was in danger and activated its protection feature, teleporting the man some distance away.

The man stared wide-eyed, first at his wounds, then back at Alex, failing to understand what had happened or what had been done to him.