Liao Ye glanced back and chuckled.
"Alright, then I'll—"
"Take this seriously!"
His usually somewhat vacant and languid gaze turned rarefully serious. He raised his long ge horizontally, blocking the dragon's strike, then rode the force backward for quite some distance.
"Let me show off this move a little too!"
Whoosh—
Boom!!!
Mana burst forth. A wild smile spread across Liao Ye's face, adding a touch of savagery to his features.
His long ge plunged into the ground, slicing through the charcoal-like wasteland. Liao Ye's bearing had turned razor-sharp.
"This body offers but the form of Northern Chu, presenting this strategy of attack—!"
Liao Ye laughed loudly, planting his long ge into the ground and pointing it forward—at the roaring dragon before him.
"The strategy is—"
"Within the formation, take thy head!"
"Die! [Way of War, Wield the Ge Within the Formation]!!!"
Whoosh—
In an instant, Liao Ye vanished from where he stood. Along with him, the long ge in his hand disappeared as well.
"HAHAHAHAHA—What bliss, what bliss!!!"
Clang—
Splurt—Boom!!!
Before Mash and the two Hassans could react, Liao Ye had already appeared before the dragon's enormous head. Amid his hearty laughter, he brought his long ge down in a fierce swing.
The dragon did not even have time to react before its head was severed from its body. It had not even managed to let out one final scream.
Liao Ye, who had taken the evil dragon's head, had already landed lightly on the ground. Stroking his not-particularly-long beard, he wore a somewhat smug grin.
"Huh? It's... already dealt with?" Mash stood there blankly. The instant she had seen the dragon, she had felt blood rush to her head. If Fujimaru Ritsuka had not been nearby, she probably would have smashed it with her shield already.
But just