She had no idea how to fight. Faced with a scene like this, she froze on the spot.
Pfft-pfft-pfft-
Xuan Zhe had thought she could dodge. After all, not one of the people with him was a rookie. But what happened? She let someone stab her, just like that. Whose face did that slap? His, Xuan Zhe's!
No. This absolutely couldn't happen.
Anyone who dared slap him in the face like that was asking to die. They had to die! He absolutely had to kill them!
Xuan Zhe fixed his gaze in the nine o'clock direction, locking onto his target, ready to strike at any moment.
A figure emerged from the shadows, walked over to Meyako step by step, crouched down, and swept her into his arms.
This man hadn't come to kill Meyako. He had come for Xuan Zhe. Once Meyako died, his romantic rival would be gone. Unfortunately, Xuan Zhe had run faster than he expected, leaving Meyako out in the open.
And the result? Meyako was dead, while Xuan Zhe was completely fine.
Unbearable. He couldn't endure this humiliation for even a second. He had to teach Xuan Zhe what pain was, what a lesson was, what it meant to never recover!
He had to make him understand how serious this was.
He went into action.
Swish-swish-
The gleaming blades swept toward Xuan Zhe in a storm of Sword Energy, raining down on his head and face as though determined to kill him.
But the first strike missed.
The second missed again.
The blades slashed at him with a series of swishes. They looked intimidating, but every single strike missed.
If this dragged on, he would only keep missing. There would be no other outcome. No matter how he gritted his teeth and persisted, fighting to the