Upon the contact, Kim Jong-Seo staggered on his feet and the enemy's weapon slashed at his right shoulder. The general moved sideways and brought his own sword up, trying to catch the enemy, but it was too late. His right arm became limp and blood gushed out of the wound in thick streams.
With another brutal attack, the masked man threw Kim Jong-Seo to the ground. The general felt the air leaving his lungs as his body made contact with the forest floor, and he dropped the sword. It fell with a loud clanging noise and remained half a meter away from his fingers. He looked up and saw the figure of the masked man looming over him, his eyes glinting viciously.
"How does it feel to lose, old man?" he asked, bending down to get closer to Kim Jong-Seo's face. His voice sounded vicious and cold, like icy shards.
