Chapter 243: The Power of 'Imitation' (2)
Ninety-five against seven.
This wasn't a fight—not even close. It was impossible to even call it one. Yet, for some reason, the majority seemed tense while the minority appeared unnervingly calm. It was an odd sight.
Cultists were vicious and aggressive, often making the first move. But this time, things were different.
No, the first strike came from a Daoist of the Righteous Faction, a Swordsman.
"Heup!"
As he took a breath, his muscles contracted, and his body bent like a bow. It felt as though his entire body was compressed.
Bang!
His bent back suddenly straightened, and his contracted muscles released, propelling him forward with the stored kinetic energy in his body.
"Flicking Bow Moving Shadows!" someone shouted, surprised.