Luka looked a bit grim, the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth proving that his recent skirmish had wounded him significantly. Yet, he stubbornly pushed himself forward, step by step towards Feng Yi: "Heh heh heh, it hurts a bit now huh? But I won't be giving you the blue crystal. I intend to keep my life."
That guy loses control at the slightest provocation. Clearly, Feng Yi had angered him. This time before Luka could even react, the other four had already advanced on Feng Yi.
They moved at high-speed, their forms agile as they tried to confuse Feng Yi, surrounding him. Whenever they attempted to strike, they were completely deterred by Feng Yi's unyielding stance, as they could find no openings on him. It was as though their weaknesses were completely exposed yet still seemed treacherous—like traps—which made them keep on their guard. This level of intimidation was something they had only experienced when faced with the formidable Lord Bruce.