When the other Wolf Cavalry rider saw Han Shuo charging toward him with a long saber, his bell-sized eyes suddenly widened beneath his furry forehead. He roared in halting Common Tongue, "C-cunning human, you're asking... asking to die!"
The Dire Wolf beneath him howled. The Orc Wolf Cavalry rider pulled a crossbow from his back, raised it, and fired at Han Shuo. A flash of silvery light flew toward Han Shuo's neck with a piercing whistle.
Demonic Essence circulated rapidly as Han Shuo focused his attention. In his eyes, the whistling crossbow bolt suddenly slowed, as eerily as the slow-motion scenes in movies he had watched before. In stark contrast to the bolt's speed, Han Shuo's perception was swift and powerful.
When the bolt came within a meter of him, Han Shuo thrust his long saber forward, striking the tip of the incoming bolt with absolute precision. With a sharp crack, the bolt suddenly shattered.
Shattering the incoming bolt did not affect the speed of Han Shuo's warhorse in the slightest. Before the Orc Wolf Cavalry rider could fire a second bolt, Han Shuo had already charged up before him, saber in hand.
A darkly gleaming arc rose from the saber in Han Shuo's right hand. Though the long saber was thick and heavy, it moved as lightly and gracefully as a feather in his grasp.
The Orc Wolf Cavalry rider also raised his saber to meet him. Just as the two blades were about to collide, a small brown crossbow bolt suddenly shot out of Han Shuo's right sleeve. With a whoosh, it passed the Orc's long saber and sank into his neck with a thud.
"D-despicable!"
Bloody foam bubbled from the Orc Wolf Cavalry rider's mouth as he struggled to spit out that final word. The large hand