The man in the black cotton hat lunged at Rong Taotao, but his expression suddenly changed. Because... Rong Taotao wasn’t retreating—he was charging forward!
Faced with the man’s oncoming rush, Rong Taotao didn’t even try to dodge. He didn’t even form a Snow Burst Ball. His all-or-nothing stance was simply astounding.
"Damn it, let’s see who dies!" The man’s blood rushed to his head. To be looked down on by a re student—a student who wouldn’t even use a defensive asure like a Snow Burst Ball—made him absolutely livid.
As Rong Taotao charged forward, a flurry of frost burst from his left hand, and in a flash, he drew the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow. The two closed the distance in an instant.
Rong Taotao held the saber in his left hand, while the man in the black cotton hat held a sickle in his right. Face to face, this ant their weapons were on the sa side...
CLANG! With a crisp ring, the short sickle parried the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow. The man in the black cotton hat tightened his grip, a vicious thought in his mind. After deflecting the blade, he swung his sickle in a brutal horizontal arc, determined to slice Rong Taotao in two at the waist.
Rong Taotao used the force of the parry, going with the montum to spin around. He turned his back to the man, almost as if he were about to fall into his arms...
As Rong Taotao’s back faced his opponent, he raised his right arm to block the incoming horizontal slash of the sickle!
A savage glint flashed in the man’s eyes!
’Trying to parry my sickle with his arm? Sacrificing an arm to save his life?’
A wave of cruelty surged through the man, and he cursed inwardly, ’Little bastard, I’ll chop off your hand and make sure you never forget !’
CLANG!
The sharp ring ca from the collision between the sickle and Rong Taotao’s frost-covered arm!
Snow Realm Soul Skill, Elite-Tier: Iron Snow Forearm.
SHINK...
The blade bit into flesh!
With his back to the man, still seemingly falling into his embrace, Rong Taotao held the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in a reverse grip and executed the sheathing motion he had practiced thousands upon thousands of tis.
This ti, however, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow didn’t return to its sheath. Instead, it plunged into the body of the man behind him.
The backward thrust of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow pierced straight through the man’s body. The snow-forged blade, stained with streaks of crimson, burst out from his back, a bloody point against the fabric of his clothes...
"You!" The man’s eyes flew wide open as an agonizing, tearing pain shot through him. His face was frozen in a rigid mask, as if he still hadn’t processed what had just happened.
’No, this is impossible... absolutely impossible!’
’How could this little brat, who should have been sliced in half, have blocked my attack? How could he have run through...?’
The man’s thoughts raced, as if the world had slowed down, the way it does for a person at death’s door.
In reality, however, only a brief mont had passed. The man had barely managed to spit out that single word, and Rong Taotao was not one to give his enemies even the slightest opportunity.
Instead of pulling the long saber out, Rong Taotao ripped it sideways, slicing from the man’s lower abdon all the way to his kidney.
In an instant, blood sprayed everywhere.
Rong Taotao spun back around and kicked the man’s troubleso body out of his way.
He gave the saber a flourish in his left hand, wiping the bloodstained Great Xia Dragon Sparrow across his frost-covered right forearm and leaving behind a crimson sar.
Rong Taotao flipped the blade and wiped it against his frosted arm again. The killing intent in his eyes flared, the very sa look he had when facing a Snowflake Wolf Pack.
By the doorway, two Poachers who had been blasted outside were just scrambling back to their feet.
A thick, murderous aura emanated from the student-like boy, washing over them in a suffocating wave.
Under Rong Taotao’s vicious glare, the two outlaws instinctively took a step back.
No, at this mont, they were no longer two outlaws standing before Rong Taotao, but two terrified creatures...
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