"Why is this blade in your hands? Where is that human?"
Seeing the two great axes stirring up fierce winds, Shivana grabbed Houke by the shoulder.
Tang Qi's voice and the black curved blade brought her thoughts back three months, allowing her to recognize his identity.
And she knew exactly what that meant—
No warrior was willing to part with his treasured blade.
Unless he could no longer wield it.
Shivana simply did not want to accept that fact.
It meant the humiliation of having been deliberately allowed to win in the past would be branded onto her heart for the rest of her life, becoming an indelible stain.
Tang Qi shattered her fantasy:
"He's dead."
"A human's body is actually weaker than a pig's."
Perhaps it was more because Black Snake, after leaving the Great Desert and enduring the curse of Dark Devouring, had never had long to live in the first place.
But Tang Qi did not think that was worth discussing.
His gaze drifted between the two Beastfolk as he considered who to deal with first, and who he could deal with—
It was a pity that Dawn had once again gone to atone for her sins. Otherwise, with her here, this would not have been worth discussing.
"Listen, I don't want trouble! That matter is already over—I let you leave back then. You'd better let us leave quietly now."
Shivana only wanted to wait until nightfall, get some food, and return to the tribe.
"Right. Because you know very well that you only won because I let you win. If you had truly lost to Black Snake, would you have done that willingly?"
Tang Qi let out a cold laugh.
The Half-Orc felt as though something had lodged in her throat, leaving her unable to speak