Zhu Peng had no choice but to get up and draw the curtains tightly, causing the light in the room to dim immediately.
Duan Rong put down the fur and suddenly said, "Watch carefully!"
As he spoke, Duan Rong made a swishing sound, drawing out his Minghong Saber.
In the dim light, the blade's glow was like water.
Both of their hearts skipped a beat, and their bodies tensed instantly, but they saw Duan Rong raise the saber and slowly bring the blade towards the tip of the needle held in the rubber stick in his other hand.
When it was about half an inch away, suddenly a clear arc flashed between the needle tip and the blade edge.
Duan Rong smiled slightly and said, "Did you see that? That was the electric arc!"
"Electric arc?" Zhu Cheng and Zhu Peng exchanged puzzled looks.
Zhu Peng said, "Wasn't that just like the sparks that jump off my body when I take off clothes in the autumn?"
Duan Rong's eyes lit up and said, "Yes, that's exactly it. That's also an electric arc!"
