Watching Pei Yan being subdued without a hint of fear, but rather with a half-smile, Saraf felt both insulted and furious. Gritting his teeth, he resolved to crush Pei Yan's arm to let him taste the agony of broken bones and tendons. Driven by such determination, he ignored the fist wind from Hu Jiu behind him, focusing solely on achieving his goal.
Buzz! The anticipated pain from the attack didn't come from behind. Hu Jiu's fist brushed past Saraf's cheek just like Pei Yan's. As Saraf pondered why both opponents missed their targets while still intending to shatter Pei Yan's arm, a perplexing buzzing noise suddenly exploded in his mind. This unsettling sound made his scalp tingle and heart pound as if his brain was placed on a boiling pot, and he could distinctly feel his brain tissue boiling, fearing it might explode if he listened any longer.
