Gadhar looked at the crazed Dong Zhi rushing towards him and spit disdainfully. With a flick of his toes, he brought the short axe into his hand. The blade traced a semi-circle from below upwards, perfectly blocking Dong Zhi's curved sword's downward strike.
Generally speaking, a downward strike is usually stronger than one from below, especially when Dong Zhi attacked in anger, his strength three parts fiercer than usual.
But the gap in their cultivation was too great, coupled with the fact that the skinny lad was malnourished, his seemingly fierce strike was not only parried by Gadhar's short axe, but its blade also lifted him up and violently threw him onto the ground at a distance, kicking up a storm of snow and dust.
"Ptui," Gadhar spat again, resting the short axe on his shoulder, disdainfully saying, "With your pathetic knife skills, you think you can cross swords with me? Just hand over the woman quietly, and I'll spare your life!"
