The three jagged shards of burning bronze hovered motionless in the frozen air, their razor edges catching the red glare of the ruptured array.
Ye Chen extended his spiritual perception across the fifteen paces separating his workstation from the lower spectator barrier, tracing the trajectory of the suspended metal with surgical focus.
The physics of the blast were undeniable.
The largest bronze fragment, roughly the size of an iron cleaver, was tilted upward on a direct path toward Elder Mu’s exposed throat. The second and third shards were spinning on a horizontal plane, aimed straight for the old man’s sternum and ribs.
Elder Mu remained frozen in mid shout, his dirty hemp tunic open at the collar, offering zero physical resistance against metal moving at supersonic velocity.
Beca
