If someone looks from a distance, they will only see two figures kept on moving to attack each other despite the odds as they held each other's throats in their blades.
The man on the top of a certain floor sat comfortably at the edge, with healthy muscles that are tanned.
He has no expression on his face as he gaze down below the ground.
Covered in the shadows, barely able to see the blank face, it very obvious there is a contrast climbing on the man's back, with a pair of long legs hanging in the air as if he is a deity looking down from the top of the heaven and earth, and 18061819 (Six) is now back to wearing a combat fitting clothes, and at his side was the blade on other arms.
Above, a few floors with the broken glass, the wind is chilly, as cold as ice, and people with embar
