Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—
Dark-green light and shadow swirled over Nieruo's body like smoke, brushing across his wounds. Within a few breaths, the bleeding had stopped and the injuries had begun to heal. The dark-green radiance from the cracked mask grew brighter and brighter, almost illuminating the nearby woods!
Boom!
He stomped heavily on the ground. The light around him seemed to twist and sag under the force of gravity, yet also resembled a tightly drawn bowstring bending sharply. The burst of light gathered without erupting, like a flood held in reserve and ready to break free at any moment. The intense pressure robbed Ming Shuiyun of all ability to resist, leaving her sitting blankly on the ground!
Thud!
With a soft thud, Ming Shuiyun saw only a streak of dark-green, drifting afterimage tear across the sky. Yet in the next instant, Nieruo had already leaped behind Le Yu and was hacking at the back of his neck like an executioner. The Cherry Dragon on the Cherry Tooth Longblade was almost about to bore into Le Yu's flesh!
Cherry Dragon Sword Dance: Twist!
Seeing that this imposing red-haired man was about to leave the stage after only a few seconds of looking cool, Ming Shuiyun could hardly keep herself from crying out. However, the sudden Black Curtain drowned out all her thoughts.
"You chose the worst angle." She heard the man say, "Backstabbing is the rhythm I know best."
Familiar? Familiar with backstabbing others? Or familiar with... being backstabbed?
In the few seconds Ming Shuiyun was distracted, several sounds of flesh being torn apart rang out from within the darkness. Then Ming Shuiyun felt as if someone had splashed water all over her face.
When the darkness dispersed, she saw that Nieruo had already retreated to a branch five steps away.