Now, after Zhang Xingyan sent Li Yangya flying with a palm strike, his whole body went slack. Yet, to his utter surprise, Li Yangya still managed to hurl the two crimson daggers in his hands with all his strength as he flew backward!
In an instant, the two blades, radiant with blood-red rosy light, became like a pair of burning birds, their scarlet flames fluttering as they swooped straight at the boy, who had no time to dodge...
Firebirds?!
Amid that dazzling blur, a red shadow almost too swift for the naked eye shot through the air with a swish, like a meteor chasing the moon. Once that shadow swept past, the two Rosy Blades howling savagely through the wind vanished without a trace!
The boy, who had closed his eyes and was waiting to endure the pain, knew nothing of what had happened in that instant. He was still waiting miserably:
Surely they aren't this slow? Why haven't they hit yet?
"Aaargh!~"
Just as he was growing impatient, the anticipated scream finally arrived, belatedly.
"Huh?"
...That scream sounded like a pig being slaughtered. Why was it so awful? It certainly didn't sound like something I would yell.
Only then did the exhausted boy sense that something was wrong and hurriedly open his eyes to look. His gaze fell on Li Yangya lying facedown and motionless among the weeds, his head and face steeped in a pool of blood. By all appearances, he was dead. Not far away, a man lay sprawled like a small hill-the towering brute from earlier. A few flames still burned on his body, sending up wisps of bluish smoke. Judging by where he lay, this fellow must have been the source of that pig-slaughtering scream. From the flames on his beast-hide skirt, he had probably