62 The Ways of the Shuttle

In the dark drainpipe, the dim rays from the apparatus spread over all of Chen Mu's right hand, swirling toward his right index finger where they concentrated like a shark smelling blood.

A crystalline long tube-shaped shuttle appeared on Chen Mu's right index finger, emitting a light halo, dazzling and beautiful. The more it spun, the faster it went, giving out a low hum as it got to its top speed.

This would be Chen Mu's first time using it for battle. He was strangely not the least bit nervous, with his eyes fixed on his adversary, and his right index finger poised at an opening in the grate.

He knew that he had only one chance, and that he wouldn't have time to see what he'd done.