"Ahhh..."
The pain of his severed arm made Yue Gui scream instinctively. His body trembled, his vision blackened, and the world faded to gray.
His arm was gone, hacked off by another. He was crippled.
A figure flashed before him, darting out from behind a large boulder. Surging Gang Qi swirled around him like a gale, and he radiated a savage aura.
Xu Yang tossed aside the saber in his hand and pounced like a predatory tiger. His arms spread like a great bird's wings—one hand a fist, the other slightly curved into a claw.
He had never trained in any saber techniques, so using one felt awkward.
'If I had used my fists, Yue Gui wouldn't have just lost an arm. He'd probably be dead already.'
Pushing his Great Success Level Flying Swallow Skill to its limit, he transformed into a bolt of lightning and caught up to the screaming Yue Gui, his five fingers clamping down on his wrist.
