But in the next moment, he saw the young woman across from him simply give a gentle wave of her hand.
TING-A-LING...
A crisp, pleasant sound, like the chiming of a wind chime, rang out.
Nine curved, feather-like blades, each as thin as a cicada's wing and about a foot long, materialized out of thin air.
Like a flock of dancing butterflies, they hovered and drifted slowly around her body.
Each blade was a deep, dark purple, its surface engraved with intricate, ancient cloud patterns.
These patterns weren't just for decoration; they likely also served to make the blades more aerodynamic.
Under the cold light cast by the lunar base's dome, the edges of the blades reflected the galaxy, refracting a magnificent, sharp glint.
'Is this...'
'Hidden weapons?'
In the Martial Arts Realm, there were thousands of schools and styles.
But the school of hidden weapons was an outlier among outliers.
