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Tang Changsheng drew the Demon-Slaying Sword, a fierce glint in his eyes, and charged out first. Lightning flashed across blades and swords. In its flicker, blood could be seen spraying, and the sound of sharp steel piercing flesh rang out.
Clang! Someone blocked Tang Changsheng's sword. The impact even drove him back several steps.
The masked man dressed in black pressed his advantage, lunging in with three slashes in succession. Tang Changsheng broke out in a sweat, unable to fend them all off. A wound opened on his arm.
After all, Tang Changsheng had never devoted himself to Martial Arts, nor had he devoted himself to Dao Arts. Against ordinary enemies, he could still cut an imposing figure, but against a true Martial Arts expert, he fell short!
Seeing Tang Changsheng wounded, the black-clad expert rejoiced. He stepped in and swung for Tang Changsheng's head, only to see a flash of red at his neck. Metal rang against metal.
Not only had the slash failed to take Tang Changsheng's head, it had jarred the attacker's hand numb.
The man was stunned. He was an expert from the army, capable of cleaving through two layers of iron armor with a single stroke. Tang Changsheng wore no iron gorget; even if he had, the blade should have cut through it.
Yet the expert could see plainly that Tang Changsheng wore no protection at all, much less an iron gorget...
In the instant he froze in disbelief, pain lanced through his lower abdomen. Tang Changsheng's sword had pierced him.
Then Tang Changsheng twisted the blade, shredding the vulnerable organs and intestines in his belly.
The idea that someone could strike back after such a grievous wound belonged in Lightning Shadow. As agony swept through him, the expert felt all his strength vanish.