As the Black Stick came crashing down, Chen Shi'an was still lying on the arena platform.
Around the platform, some sighed, some looked excited, and some were beside themselves with worry...
Just then, Chen Shi'an, who had been lying motionless with a hand pressed to his chest and blood staining his clothes, suddenly sprang to his feet like a carp flipping upright, narrowly evading the Black Stick's attack.
At the same time, he twisted at the waist in midair, sweeping the Windbreaker Saber sideways like a bolt of lightning.
The entire movement flowed like clouds and water, completed in one seamless motion.
His timing was perfect, allowing him not only to evade the short man's killing blow.
When he struck, the short man's move had also run its course; his old force was exhausted, and new force had yet to arise.
More importantly, this slash was fast enough and accurate enough.
How could the short man have expected Chen Shi'an to counterattack after taking a blow from a Fourth-Level Demon Beast?
When the Windbreaker Saber swept toward him, he was still in midair.
He hastily pulled back the Black Stick to block, but it was already too late.
A cold gleam flashed.
There was a sharp ripping sound!
The Windbreaker Saber sliced across the short man's chest and abdomen.
Then the two landed on the platform almost simultaneously.
Chen Shi'an knelt on one knee, supporting himself with the Windbreaker Saber, panting and swaying on the verge of collapse, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.
After landing, the short man dropped the Black Stick and clamped both hands over his chest and abdomen, his face stricken with terror.
Then blood spurted between his hands, and no matter how hard he pressed, he could not stop it.
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