"Awoo!!!"
Perhaps influenced by his five-star combat talent, A Tuo possessed exceptional combat intelligence. His fighting style leaned toward technique: he preferred to skirmish, slip out of sight, open up some distance, then seize the right moment to strike, leaving no openings and wasting not a scrap of energy.
But this fighting style undoubtedly made him considerably slower at killing enemies in a prolonged battle like this than straightforward fighting would have.
Now, however, seeing that his master had already finished off his enemies and come to support him, A Tuo seemed to feel a little ashamed, and immediately unleashed his full strength.
No longer concerned with avoiding openings, conserving energy, or escaping injury, he fully unleashed the savage ferocity he had been suppressing by nature. In the blink of an eye, he killed three enemies in succession, taking hits to do it.
"Hahaha, you're falling behind, A Tuo."
Having spent every day with A Tuo, Xia Xu instantly understood that he had "lashed out in embarrassment." He laughed at him mercilessly, charging forward as he laughed and hacking to death a Werewolf preparing to ambush him from behind.
"Awoo!"
A Tuo had just torn apart the Werewolf in front of him. He abruptly spun around, leaped over Xia Xu's head, and pounced on a Werewolf behind him.
The instant they crossed paths, Xia Xu switched positions with him in perfect coordination, delivering a fluid series of reverse-hand slashes and thrusts behind himself before finishing with a crisp turn and diagonal cut.
Click!
Some bold onlooker who had escaped danger took a photo from a distance, the faint shutter sound lost amid the din.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and a stunning image of a Wolfhound arcing through the air and a swordsman cutting down demons sprang to