Everyone was staring at Shen Ye, their faces void of any expression.
Shen Ye chuckled.
"Still asleep, and yet instinctively know to kill me?"
He drew the Night Rain Blade, assuming a basic sword stance on the spot.
The professionals charged forward.
The first to strike was a professional wearing gauntlets.
He leaped high into the air, both fists clenched into hammers, smashing down viciously toward Shen Ye's head.
The Night Rain Blade in Shen Ye's hand flickered ever so lightly.
The gleaming blade suddenly disappeared, its movement undetectable, its trajectory unknowable.
Shadow Blade Master, Professional Skill—
Light Split! Shadow Catch!
The long blade slashed at the opponent's shadow.
—Defeated!
Shen Ye cast a glance at his opponent, and his Pupil Skill immediately devoured an entry.
The gauntlet fighter, now stripped of his entry, stood motionless, no longer driven by the parasitic empress's instincts.
The professionals behind hurriedly surged forward.
