Chapter 157: Mud Trap
'It must be the guy who shouted earlier.' Abium quietly moved his gaze towards the right side woods and followed the enemy's movement.
Like a wind, the enemy warrior moved in the woods while evading the tree trunks and vines and arrived behind him in three seconds.
'He also looks stronger. From the movement speed, he must be a fifth-tier warrior. Wait, isn't Watson's movement speed also appearing quicker than before?'
While Abium was in muse, the new enemy warrior took two knives from his boots and threw them toward Abium's backside.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Both knives imbued with a yellowish sword aura tore through the air and soon arrived behind him.
Without any delay, Abium quickly ducked his body and slashed his sword in a whirling stance.
A second later, he evaded the two knives, moved his sword tip towards his left side, and blocked the invisible knife that flew towards his abdomen.
'A wind-type illusion skill?'
