While San Liu was explaining to Mu Jinyu, the two men on the stage also began to make their move.
The president of the "Dawn" Guild, "Owl," was twirling a barely visible silk thread in his right hand while gently flicking it with his left hand. The thread wrapped around his wrist immediately whipped out like a long lash and flashed like lightning, coiling towards the neck of the "Dusk" Guild's president, "Cliff."
If it had caught him, even if "Cliff" had the ability of a Grandmaster, he would likely have only been able to die resentfully on the spot.
However, "Cliff" was well-prepared, after all, they were long-standing adversaries. How could he not be aware of "Owl's" methods?
"Cliff's" body remained still, but he slightly tilted his neck to the side, dodging the ensnaring thread while swinging his dagger in hand, slashing towards the position where the sound burst came from.
"Shick!"