The soldier's footsteps came to a halt.
The man before him... his eyes were terrifying.
Ordinary people, when facing death, would mostly be afraid. They would regret.
But few were so vicious and fierce.
It was as if he saw a dying beast. Even drenched in blood, it would still bite its enemy one last time before dying.
Sure enough... only people like this were the most dangerous.
Little Banner had not died unjustly.
But—
The soldier's gaze sharpened. He would avenge Little Banner.
Gripping his saber, he dragged his broken leg and limped toward Li Qi.
"You bastard... you bastard." He cursed without pause, as if that could make him ignore Li Qi's eyes and the saber in his hand, brimming with Killing Intent.
Li Qi, meanwhile, did not waver in the slightest.
Within the mountain forest beneath the night sky, one was exhausted and unable to move, while the other had fallen from a cliff and suffered grievous injuries.
A lone moon hung high overhead, reflecting cold light from the two sabers.
"Haah—!" At last, the soldier let out a shout and actually charged with his broken leg!
The exposed splinters of bone squealed harshly. It was impossible to imagine what kind of agony that must have been.
Yet that agony bought Li Qi by surprise.
Li Qi had never imagined that his opponent could charge with a broken leg. He was already utterly exhausted; merely propping himself up with his saber had drained all his strength. Faced with this charge, he failed to react for a moment.
Still, Li Qi's body had been tempered by Spirit Qi. Though the sudden attack caught him off guard, he immediately adjusted his stance.
He did not evade. Instead, he gripped the saber with both hands, his trembling arms squeezing out