The Boar Warrior had already gone mad with slaughter.
His eyes, shrouded in blood, could neither distinguish nor be bothered to distinguish Meng Chao, the four children, and the Minotaur Warrior.
Like a blazing, out-of-control chariot, he came crashing down on them head-on.
Before the Minotaur Warrior could react.
Meng Chao had already met him like a bolt of lightning.
There had only been twenty or thirty arm-lengths between them to begin with.
With one more burst of speed, they were about to collide viciously.
Meng Chao's body suddenly curled into a ball. Like a top spinning wildly, he traced an unimaginable arc and swept past the Boar Warrior.
The Boar Warrior continued charging forward.
Yet his originally straight path seemed to have been deflected by an invisible giant hand. His body, weighing more than half a ton, involuntarily tilted to the right, barely grazing past the four children and the Minotaur Warrior as he overshot them.
He tried to stop and turn back for another charge.
But sharp cracking sounds came from the joints of his limbs.
Only then did more than a dozen blossoms of blood bloom across his right arm and right leg.
From wrist to ankle, the dozen or so tendons controlling the right half of his body had all been precisely severed by Meng Chao's cicada-wing-thin blade.
Boom!
The Boar Warrior's right side convulsed into a lump, while his left side still maintained its high-speed momentum. Unable to control his balance or stop, he plunged headfirst into the ruined walls by the roadside under the force of massive inertia, smashing houses down and kicking up dust everywhere.
Though his tendons were torn, bones broken, and head bloodied.
The High-Level Orc's formidable vitality still allowed him to struggle back to his feet.
But what awaited him