To those on the periphery, the scene was undeniably bloodthirsty. No one knew when Chen Yun's claws became so terrifying, with their elongated bone structure and pitch-black talons. A single swipe left Bai Su's exceptionally delicate face gruesomely torn, half of her cheek shredded beyond recognition.
An eyeball dangled precariously, half out of its socket, presenting a sight of extreme horror!
Such bloody spectacles had been witnessed in previous matches, but the impact of such violence was far greater when the victim was a woman of such refined and pleasant appearance.
Yet, the woman in the arena remained eerily calm, not even wrinkling her brow as half of her face was gouged out, merely covering her other eye as she quickly retreated.
"Your sense of direction is off..."
Bai Su calmly analyzed the situation just moments before.