On that perfect back, there was only a shallow white mark.
Then, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the white mark faded at a visible speed under the flow of golden light. The sneak attack with a Minor Success in Sword Momentum by the gloomy man landed on Su Mu's back, but it was unscathed.
"The seventh."
Su Mu calmly uttered a sentence, declaring the failure of the attacker.
Pu-ci.
The gloomy man suddenly felt an overwhelming, terrifying force. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he flew backward.
Seeing this scene, many spectators on the stands couldn't help but stand up. Just a moment ago, many had exclaimed in shock because Su Mu was caught off guard by the attack.
But who would have thought that a sword couldn't harm Su Mu at all, and that the attacker would be dealt with by Su Mu in the blink of an eye.
