The attack came viciously and without warning. There was no leisure for the villain to strike a pose and introduce himself first, like in novels or movies. With one hurried glance, Wong saw that the attacker was massive, hideous, and definitely not human in appearance.
However, Kamar-Taj sorcerers had seen all manner of enemies from different dimensions. This grotesque sight was not enough to scare Wong. What truly gave him a headache was the heavy metal warhammer in the other's hand. That was definitely not something he could take head-on.
Though Senior Brother Wong looked broad and bulky, one only had to look at the rope dart he wielded best to know that he was a fat man who specialized in agility, unpredictable tactics, and ranged sneak attacks.
Faced with the hammer smashing down at him, Wong immediately withdrew and dodged. The hammer struck the bluestone floor, sending shards of rock and sparks flying everywhere.
Amid the debris, the round figure that had been retreating abruptly surged forward. Covering three steps in two, he rose onto his toes and stepped on the tip of the hammerhead. His nimble body sprang up like a bowling ball, and he hurtled straight toward the attacker's face with a sharp magical blade.
In the face of the Kamar-Taj sorcerer's counterattack, the attacker displayed agility utterly at odds with his size. He leaned his upper body back slightly and fiercely swatted at Wong in midair with his right hand. Mounted along the outside of his right wrist was a weapon resembling an ancient assassin's hidden blade—except, due to his enormous size, this hidden blade was even larger than the biggest tower shield in human history.
Before the blade even arrived, its biting wind made Wong's scalp go numb. He hurriedly raised a magical shield at