Bab 283: Rat

'My opponent is… the Winged Swallow?' 

What kind of name was that?

Liam looked at the clan in question. 

They were the Wings of Glory…

And they could all fly.

Liam looked at the two Wings of Glory members in the distance. 

They wore white-and-black, but their most discerning features were the azure, water-made wings sprouting from their back.

Even the disciple beside the Clan's patriarch – Winged Swallow – flew, flapping his water-made wings and looking at Liam with a strange smirk.

'Well… this'll be a bit difficult.'

Despite the Unmoving Mountain's dictation of changing the nature of the battle, it had its own restrictions.

It couldn't conflict with the rules.

Clearly, those wings were the special Clan Arts, and those were allowed.

Myriad Brush gestured for both pairs to approach in the center of the field.