Elegy Memorial

In the final laboratory, swords brandished. The sounds of notes exploding came constantly. A thin nine-foot-long blade shot out of the Professor's sleeve and fell on the ground. Like a snake dancing, it weaved layers of dreamy coldness. The notes engraved on the blade lit up continuously, dazzling one’s eyes and confusing them. If one became lost in it, one might shatter into pieces from one moment of absent mindedness.

"By the way, don’t you think that I’ve improved a lot?" Compared to the pathetic escape last time, Ye Qingxuan dodged more easily this time.

With the reading and interpretation of perception threads and the modified "steel skeleton," he dealt with the blades and notes easily while trying to distract the Professor by endlessly spouting nonsense.