Lang Tu lowered his head and glanced at the tiny wound on his shoulder.
He stretched out his grayish-brown tongue and licked the beads of blood seeping out, a faint trace of surprise welling in his dark green slit pupils.
"Wind Blade?"
He savored the words, the sharp teeth at the corners of his mouth scraping together slightly.
"Your characters can turn into wind, too?"
Xie Approaching the Abyss withdrew his right hand, the wisp of inky light at his fingertips still circulating steadily.
"Fellow Daoist Lang Tu, every character I write has its use."
"You just tested my wind. Now it's your turn to attack."
"Good!"
Lang Tu did not decline.
He thrust his left foot against the ground, his five-foot-tall werewolf body charging toward Xie Approaching the Abyss like a grayish-brown afterimage.
But after only three steps, he abruptly stopped and swung the axe in his right claw toward Xie Approaching the Abyss in a feint.
That swing unleashed no Killing Intent. It was purely a probing move, the axe blade raising a piercing whistle as it sliced through the air.
The inky halos in Xie Approaching the Abyss's pupils rotated slightly.
In Lang Tu's feint, he saw that the muscles in his opponent's right shoulder briefly relaxed at a particular angle.
It was a lingering effect of the old wound in the gap of his right shoulder armor.
With a light tap of his right index finger, he wrote the character for wind again.
This time, there were only three Wind Blades, but each was three times thinner than before.
Their trajectories were even trickier, cutting into the opening at Lang Tu's right shoulder from three different angles at once.
Lang Tu grunted. The axe in his right claw could not return in time to defend, so