A Late-Night Visit

Luo Di's memories still remained fixed on the early morning, when he had followed Hunter to the gymnasium. Once the two of them began fighting, his memories started to disappear midway through.

Hunter's true strength had exceeded imagination.

Not to mention the suppression brought by rank.

Moreover, Hunter had not considered their current relationship at all, nor had he cared whether this was a school. It was as if he had returned to the very beginning, to the time when he needed to kill Luo Di.

He had truly gone all out, wanting to kill Luo Di completely—and needing to kill him.

At the final moment.

At the instant before he was about to be devoured.

Luo Di had one and only one chance to strike.

This moment was the same as back then. There was only one chance! If he failed to cut him down, he would die.

Luo Di did not focus on the swing of his hands. He did not concentrate as he usually did, trying to recall those so-called killer chopping techniques.

It was because he wanted to survive.

It was because the blood in his body had nearly drained away, leaving him unable to think.

He did not think about how to swing his blade. There were not even any unnecessary movements left in his entire body. His eyes were dull, and even the tongue in his mouth no longer gave warnings of danger.

Everything faded away at this moment.

Everything returned to the simplest instinct.

Back to the one thing Luo Di had been doing ever since he first came into contact with a blade, something he had repeated countless times.

He had cut down the person he had found hardest to strike.

He had cut down the person he hated most.

He had