Mu Fan's two fingers strangely twisted again, and then the spinning short stick that stood upright in his palm moved straight across, beginning to draw out a pole shadow slightly smaller than the one opposite. The strangest thing was that when this short stick began to spin horizontally, there was not a single sound of the wind, as if the surroundings were in a complete vacuum.
Now the teenager stood tiredly on the other side, his left arm still hanging limply, his right hand supporting the spinning shadow of the stick, then his palm facing down, stretched diagonally behind him!
The audience's attention was all focused here with a roar!
They saw that with the palm facing down, the rapidly rotating short stick showed no signs of falling, still spinning steadily in Mu Fan's hand.
It was as if it were suspended by some inexplicable magnetic force in his palm, that short stick spinning faster and faster until it became a complete circular black shadow.
"What is this move!?"