There was no deafening roar, no brilliant flash of light—only the subtle, sickening sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh.
Three ugly green heads, their faces frozen in disbelief, flew into the air at almost the same instant.
Scalding, dark-green blood erupted from their severed necks like geysers.
Shi Potian's thunderous strike acted as an anchor, instantly steadying the students' crumbling defensive line.
They instinctively began to rally around Shi Potian. Following Chu Lan's orders, they quickly tightened their formation, creating defensive circles of four. Though shaky, the circles held.
The battle, which had begun as a rout, gradually stabilized.
...
"Nice assist!"
Nearby, a male student, nearly overwhelmed by two Green-skins, watched as one that was about to flank him had its ankle expertly "hooked" by a spear thrust from the side by Qin Feng.
