Gong You quickly tore an opening in the cage of metal needles. He slipped out, hauled Bao Chuan inside to take his place, then sealed the opening and stood where Bao Chuan had been.
He snapped his fingers. Just as the crowd held its breath, certain he was about to die, a blur of motion streaked before their eyes, and the two men swapped places.
Bao Chuan's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched his own thrown metal needles flying right back at him. He didn't even have time to register that his position had been swapped.
A fatal blow from a Middle-Stage Seventeenth Level Beastman was immensely destructive, powerful enough to reshape the world. Even an equally-leveled opponent might not escape unharmed if they were fully prepared. And Bao Chuan hadn't even reserved any Spiritual Power to raise a defense.
"No—!" As he let out a terrified roar, countless Golden Needles pierced his body. Meeting resistance, they detonated.
