That slash was no joke. It was meant to kill.
If it landed, that guy would be finished.
It was that straightforward, not nearly as easy to handle as you might think.
The attack was already right in front of him.
Xuan Zhe watched Bandao. The guy struck decisively; he really was no pushover.
The blade was about to strike him.
Unfortunately, it missed.
The first strike was a probe. Whether it worked did not matter.
The key was the second strike.
The second attack followed.
This time, he was truly going for it. He would not stop until he had stabbed his opponent clean through.
Did you think he was just putting on a show? No, not at all.
This blow had to land. It had to send you to meet **.
And the result? That strike was a wasted effort too.
How could it possibly succeed?
A third time.
A fourth time.
A fifth time.
The guy was fixated on Xuan Zhe. If one attempt failed, he would try countless more. One of them had to work.
He only needed to succeed once, and Xuan Zhe would die.
He was after your life, dead set on sending you to your grave. There was no way he would let you off easy.
It was a nice idea.
But in reality, after all those attempts, not one had landed.
Even another hundred attempts would be just as pointless.
Xuan Zhe stood where he was, watching the furious man before him with cold eyes.
Bandao's face had become horribly twisted.
He had never expected his opponent to be this difficult. It was completely beyond his estimates. This ** had infuriated him beyond measure, leaving him choked with frustration.
"Can you feel it? I'm really pissed off right now!"
Bandao roared at