At that moment, the sword was only 0.01 centimeters from Huai Shi's forehead.
But Huai Shi knew that in the next second, the sword would miss.
Without a moment's thought, he rolled and slid across the ground, instantly retreating more than a dozen steps... When he looked back, he sighed. "Do you Americans always greet people this outrageously?"
"Of course."
Dragging the Stone Tooth Sword forward, Liz let its dark-red stone blade scrape against the ground, throwing up a brilliant spark. "This welcome ceremony was specially prepared for you, Huai Shi."
"Wow, what an honor."
Huai Shi was so touched that he nearly applauded. "I thought Americans greeted people with cannons... So Little Liz, you're actually this gentle?"
"..."
Liz froze for an instant, and the chill in her eyes erupted like a cold wave!
Just as when she had once beaten up that bargain-bin uncle of hers, she gritted her teeth, no longer able to restrain her fury.
In an instant, she tore through the air.
"Don't—"
"Call me—"
"—Little Liz!!!"
It was impossible to tell which of the three slashes came first, or whether they had erupted simultaneously.
Iron gleamed in crisscrossing arcs. Huai Shi tried to dodge and retreat, but when he turned, he discovered that after the iron light detached from the blade, it took on tangible outlines, moving with the agility of living creatures as it flew toward him.
Working in concert with Liz's blade, it sealed off every route of escape and forced him into a direct confrontation.
He had no choice but to draw the Sword of Virtue.
Block.
Sparks burst.
Huai Shi stared. "Wow, you're serious?"
"Why would you think I'd greet you with a smile after you sold me a pile of junk, Huai Shi?"
Liz stepped forward, forcing her way