Buzz!
The longsword trembled and rang, as though answering Zhao Cheng's emotions.
Clang! Clang!
The monster went mad at that moment, its blade slashing again and again. It would not permit itself such weakness as fear. It wanted to chop the bug before it into pieces.
The crescent moon became a full moon, and blood-colored, berserk energy spread in all directions, forming a field that carried an intense air of ill omen.
"Too slow!"
"Far too slow!"
For the first time in battle, Zhao Cheng's somewhat hoarse voice rang out.
His sword was not fast, yet it seemed like an iron wall that could not be breached. No matter how fierce or frenzied the monster's blade was, it could not shake it in the slightest.
Crack!
In an instant, one of the monster's wrists fell cleanly away.
Rather than fleeing after such an injury, the monster grew even madder. Its remaining blade seemed intent on cleaving heaven and earth asunder.
But what answered it was its other wrist, together with its blade, being cut straight off.
Afterward, Zhao Cheng sliced open the monster's back and forcibly pulled out its spine. Then he severed its ankles and blinded both its eyes. Bit by bit, slice by slice, Zhao Cheng carved it up from the inside out...
He knew himself that what he was doing now might be somewhat childish, but it seemed that only by doing this could he vent even a little of the fury in his heart.
The monster roared. The monster struggled. Until, in the end, it wailed.
Everyone stared in shock at Zhao Cheng's one-sided slaughter of the monster in the field, frightened by the rage he displayed.
All this time, in their eyes, Zhao Cheng had been powerful and rational, never doing anything unnecessary. This was