The battle erupted again without any warning after a brief standoff.
The figures of both sides intermingled instantly.
The Black Robed Wizard's figure "jumped" to Jeming's flank, palm carrying that bizarre power which directly defines the "result," silently imprinting down.
A flash of viciousness crossed Jeming's eyes; instead of dodging, he twisted his body and swung his arm, once again meeting the attack with his newly formed right fist!
In that instant, both sides engaged once more in the same manner, like a replayed image.
Puff...
The arm shattered in response, turning into ash.
Jeming activated the Void Step, his body retreating swiftly like a cicada shedding its skin.
The Black Robed Wizard followed closely, the second step "result" directly presenting itself, another hand nearly touching Jeming's back.
Jeming's left arm reflexively blocked backward.
Puff...
The second new arm met the same fate.
