Wang Yunxiao cleaved through the flowers in front of him with a single strike.
Petals shattered, countless red strings immediately flooded his field of vision.
Where's the robot? Where did that giant robot go?
The moves of this red-clothed woman ghost before him made him feel an unprecedented disgust.
Imagine, if you will, you're a martial arts master, your treasured blade is a weapon of a hundred battles. What you desire most is to find an opponent worthy of battling you, to let your treasured blade joyously drink of your adversary's flesh and blood in a spirit of self-forgetful combat, or, at the very least, to swing the blade in a parry, feeling the pleasure of metal clashing and scraping.
After much difficulty, you find an opponent, but what you draw from the sheath turns out to be a magical girl transformation stick.
Now, the situation is reversed.
