The Player Who Stole the Kill

Unlike the Fishmen's Wind Blades, Liu Zhi's Wind Blade was a blend of magic and swordsmanship. It had a completely different effect, both in power and in how it was used.

With a simple gesture, Liu Zhi could unleash a large number of Wind Blades and keep them within his control.

The Fishmen hadn't released many Wind Blades; they'd only fired four. Liu Zhi, on the other hand, sent more than thirty slicing toward them from every direction.

The Fishmen hadn't expected this. Their Wind Blades hadn't even reached Liu Zhi before his own shattered them, leaving nothing but a gentle breeze in the air.

But Liu Zhi didn't let his guard down. He could tell that these Fishmen weren't ordinary, and that they must have some other identity. He had the upper hand for now, so he needed to deal with his enemies properly.

As soon as the enemy's Wind Blades shattered, Liu Zhi didn't hesitate. He lunged forward.

As he flew through the air, he also summoned a Strong Wind to propel himself, greatly increasing his speed.

His sudden lunge drew different reactions from the Fishmen. One of them reached behind and pulled out a longbow.

The bow looked as if it belonged to the same style as the swords in their hands. It was clearly made of ore, but nothing like the bows used by primitive people. It was elaborately decorated, and a sphere at its center was spinning nonstop.

The sphere had clearly been carefully carved from ore. It had also been activated, giving it the distinctive magnetic field of the mineral; otherwise, it wouldn't have spun by itself at the center of the bow.

The moment the bow appeared, Liu Zhi felt a bone-deep sense of danger. If he was hit by it, he might