The clash of dense blades echoed over the desolate field of Evil Grass.
Swathes of Evil Grass were severed at the roots by the overflowing Sword Qi. The crooked wooden hut collapsed amid the fierce battle, and the dispersing Electric Arc ignited the dry wood, setting an inferno ablaze in the eternal night.
Shi Wu constantly maneuvered back, leaving chaotic trails in the scorched land imbued with corrosive aura.
Although he had anticipated that this Puki wasn't weak, he was still incredulous when he found himself unable to parry all of this Puki's sword moves, relying instead on retreating and dodging the strikes he couldn't block.
The current situation was truly hard for Shi Wu to accept.
If the opponent were a powerful member of the Demon Race, being suppressed would be somewhat understandable to Shi Wu, given that the human race's Attributes are not particularly high.
But the opponent was just a Puki!
