"Chh."
Blood sprayed.
Reflecting the brilliant pink overhead, it was like cutting through an extremely thick sheet of cowhide. The black-gray blade, moving with a slight sluggishness, laboriously sliced through the layer whose crystalline grains had been worn away, leaving only skin tinged with a hazy pink.
By comparison, the muscle and bone that came after were much easier. The blade passed through smoothly, only slowing again when it reached the skin on the other side.
This was already the last Crystal Person on the field. Xia Nan could actually have withdrawn his sword here, like Margaret, without cutting all the way through, leaving the outermost layer of skin to connect the severed head as it drooped down over the shoulder and chest.
It would have saved a little strength too.
But perhaps it was because of some habit he had gradually developed through countless battles and killings—uh... or rather, a fixation.
Xia Nan did not mind spending a little more stamina that he could recover just by standing still and taking a few extra breaths.
His forearm exerted force, his wrist driving the sword along, and amid the sound of blood gushing out, he cut through the last layer of skin left on the Crystal Person's neck before him.
The head was carried by the force of the blade, spinning away from the shoulders through the blood.
Decapitation.
He savored the feel of it in his mind and felt somewhat disappointed.
He felt the Crystal Person's physical defense was a little too strong. Cutting them down was nowhere near as smooth as cutting down Goblins.
"How is everyone? Anyone hurt?"
Behind him, Margaret asked breathlessly.
The [Swordsman] profession emphasized strength and explosive power, trading defensive ability for higher lethality, and was not skilled in endurance.
A type like the