C1956 I Don't like Trouble
Just when the long blade was about to cut down the middle finger wind.
The wind from his fingers shifted strangely in the air.
"Ghost!" The person in the lead had just cried out in surprise.
Puff puff puff!
Following which, a series of piercing sounds rang out, and the wind from the fingers pierced through the wrists and knees of everyone surrounding them.
Plop, plop