บท 277: Chapter 277 Memorial Day_1

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Over a dozen seconds had passed, and the entire room had fallen silent, save for Ye Luo's faint breathing. The figure in black, however, had yet to appear. Ye Luo stood still, like a statue.

It felt like a long century had passed when suddenly, a strong gust of wind rose behind Ye Luo. The figure in black once again appeared like a ghost, this time only a meter away from Ye Luo. The curved blade in his hand rapidly closed in on Ye Luo's back, ready to plunge in the next instant.

At such a distance, even the most powerful of individuals would struggle to react, and Ye Luo was no exception. He remained unmoved as the assailant's eyes, cold and dark, prepared to deliver a fatal blow. Yet, a crisp metallic clash abruptly broke the silence, startling the person behind the mask.

His curved blade pierced the fabric of Ye Luo's clothing but struck what might as well have been steel, unable to penetrate any further.