“Y-you…”
A complete confused and disbelieving Shiming tried to say something but Yang Su’s right hand suddenly struck out. The metal pole that was gripped tightly in his hand danced like a snake as it connected against Shiming's exposed back.
Upon contact, the metal pole lit up with several multicolored runes that covered its entire surface.
Shiming’s eyes popped out of his head when the metal pole landed on his back. With veins bulging on his neck and one noticeable on his forehead, he held back his scream of pain and tried to retreat with his saber, but he soon realized that Yang Su’s vice-like grip prevented him from moving it an inch.
Making an ultra-fast decision that could have left a falling lightning bolt in the dust, he immediately retreated without his saber.
However, Yang Su’s hand moved in a strange trajectory that caused the metal pole to appear in front of his face all of a sudden.