Qin Shuyao swung her longsword, blue light blazing from it as a razor-sharp aura spread outward, as though it could slit a throat at the sight of blood.
Wang Cheng did not dare let his guard down and hurriedly raised his blade to block at an angle.
Clang!
The weapons collided, producing a piercing metallic ring.
But Wang Cheng frowned slightly, feeling that something was off.
Qin Shuyao's longsword had already cut into his blade. Sparks flew everywhere, and as she continued to exert force, a sharp crack rang out as she severed Wang Cheng's sword completely.
The broken tip spun through the air before embedding itself diagonally in the ground some distance away.
"Dammit!"
Wang Cheng held his broken sword, his heart racing. His weapon was far inferior to hers, and that sharp blue glow was still slicing toward his neck.
At the critical moment, he hurriedly twisted aside.
The pale-blue blade tip nearly grazed his cheek, and even every pore on his face seemed to sting.
Bang!
Qin Shuyao seized the chance to raise her leg and kick him in the lower abdomen.
Struck by the tremendous force, Wang Cheng flew backward uncontrollably before crashing heavily onto the ground.
"That hurts~~~!"
His stomach churned violently, but what hurt even more was his pride.
Humiliating, humiliating, humiliating!
Lin Dong was watching from afar. Wang Cheng had not seen him in months and had wanted to show off his improvement, only to be kicked flying by a little girl.
Qin Shuyao stood alone, her longsword pointed diagonally at the ground. Though she had gained a slight advantage, her pretty face remained filled with bitterness.
Not far away, her teachers and classmates had all been killed by the White-Robed Zombie King.
It felt as though a massive hand had ruthlessly clenched