"So powerful?"
Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. His confidence began to swell. This time, without waiting for the other side to attack again, he took the initiative.
The sacrificial knife was not particularly long, only slightly longer than an ordinary dagger, and it worked perfectly with Huai Shi's dagger combat.
The Roman Dagger Combat Technique, now at LV8, was no inferior to the Red Gloves of old. It had reached the upper ranks of professional skill. There was not a trace of flashy form left in it; it had become a genuine killing art.
At once, Weeping Serpent felt an overwhelming, dog-eat-dog sense of grievance.
He had barely survived the bombardment before being surrounded without even having time to react.
He had originally wanted to reclaim the sacred artifact bestowed by the Lord, then beat up some noob to vent the resentment in his heart. But he had not expected that one slash would be like stabbing into a nest of Peppas.
Where had this freak come from?
Not only were his reactions bizarre and he was immune to snake venom, but his blade work was terrifyingly sharp. Without a Stigmata, he had crossed two levels and beaten him like a grandson...
"Get lost!"
He roared with all his strength, his bone blade knocking Huai Shi's knife aside. He turned to flee, only to find that a row of people had somehow appeared behind him. The moment they saw him trying to run, they greeted him with a burst of bullets, clearly intending to force him into a direct fight with Huai Shi and capture him alive.
Weeping Serpent was almost angry enough to laugh.
Even if he was being suppressed in weapon combat, was a second-stage Gold-class Ascender like him supposed to fear a rookie