"Receive justice," eyes ablaze with disdain and contempt, the newcomer opened with just two words, closing in with just two steps. His target was as clear as his gleaming blade, appearing in front of the beggar in a blur.
After a resounding swoosh and echoing bang, the blade made contact with skin—the beggar's glowing palm. The result was a first for the knight, a result that narrowed his eyes a bit and widened his killing intent a lot. For once, his blade met with flesh directly, without cleaving it off.
And it wasn't just that; his sword had almost been blown out of his grasp, the vibration coursing through the blade to his arm.
Both Zhihui and Ember flew back from the collision. For a moment, which felt like an eternity, they locked eyes.
The knight's eyes held confusion and interest, and mostly, recognition. 'Evil and strong…what is this art?'
