The bronze-sword youth was agile, his figure flashed as he tried to dodge to the side with all his might.
However, as the saying goes, "easier said than done," after the golden palm took a turn, it still "pu-chi" chopped into the young man's groin, not only slicing him and sending him flying but also leaving behind an inches-long wound from which blood gushed like a spring, revealing ghastly white bones.
Upon landing, the bronze-sword youth staggered a few steps before he barely managed to regain his balance, and finally saw that a golden-armored Puppet had somehow appeared behind him. With anger and shock intermixing, he let out a low growl, ready to once more mobilize the huge bronze sword floating nearby to counterattack.
"Stop it, your current state prevents any further combat," an indifferent voice suddenly sounded from high above, followed by a swirl of white light that enveloped the bronze-sword youth's body, and in a blur, transported him out of the arena.