Angelina and Iman returned to the arena after some hesitation in their purchases. They saw Mag hitting a piece of beef crazily when they entered the arena and bothy out them had shocked expressions on their faces.
A scene that was supposed to be ridiculous and violent was made meaningful and beautiful by Mag.
The iron rods that were tens of kilograms heavy, looked like two light wooden rods in Mag's hands. He swung them at a shocking speed. The sounds that resembled drum beats were as frequent as raindrops. Only the faint shadows of the iron rods could be seen. They were so fast that the audience's eyes couldn't catch up.
Mag's expression remained as calm as ever, as though he was doing a very simple and ordinary matter.
Iman's work bench was still next to Mag's. He mumbled inwardly as he placed the ingredients he bought onto his work bench, "What's he doing? Smashing the beef?"
