Scar-Lip's instincts screamed.
And he instantly lunged first, erupting forward with a wild sweep of his twin cleavers.
Qi crackled down the curved blades like lightning across rusted iron, each strike leaving jagged scars in the earth.
Fang Ruì stepped in, her sword glowing gold.
"Tyrant Light Sword – First Form: Divine Line!"
A radiant beam exploded outward in a straight path, slicing across Scar-Lip's advance.
The sheer force drove him back a step but he twisted, snarled, and surged forward again, his eyes bloodshot with fury.
"You think your fancy light tricks scare me!?"
But his second charge was interrupted.
From the side, Fang Lian moved without flourish, without warning.
Not flashy, it was just fast... and terrifyingly so.
Her blade left trails of frost through the air as she struck with frightening precision, forcing Scar-Lip into a defensive scramble.
He blocked one slash, barely.
Then two.
But the third came from behind.
