in front of my chest.
"Pfft!"
A sudden chill pierced my abdomen. Then warmth spread around the cold spot, rapidly
running downward, all the way to my waist
band.
There was no time to look down at the wound. Gritting my teeth, I swung my sword hard, but he was still far too strong. With just one
upward flick, he nearly knocked the hilt
out of my grasp. The force on the blade carried both my hands upward, leaving me wide open. A second later, steel flashed again.
"Shhk!"
Of course I saw the blade's trajectory. He clearly had no intention of attacking my brain, instead aiming for my
heart. Seeing that, I had no choice
but to use the muscles of my dragon form. A sharp crack instantly rang in my ears.
"Crack!"
"Aaaaargh!!"
The feeling of my own muscles instantly crushing my bones was excruciating. At the same time, strength suddenly surged through my raised
arms. I hauled them straight down,
gripping the hilt of my Han sword and chopping viciously downward!
"Clang!"
"Shhk!"
"Thud!"
"Clatter..."
"Shing!"
The first sound was my sword severing the blade thrusting toward my heart with incomparably swift, ferocious force. The second was its continuing
downward swing cutting off his right arm. The third
was his arm hitting the ground. The fourth was the blade that had been lodged in my abdomen falling to the floor.
The walking corpse before me retreated swiftly. One blade was broken, and another... had fallen to the
ground along with his severed right arm. Now... he had only
the blade in his mouth left, but my own condition was far from good.
My whole body felt so drained that I could barely lift my sword. And in that instant just now, my left arm
had used Dragon