Caleb Li found all the nerves on his body frozen, tensed up, and his train of thought became as slow as a turtle.
Staring at the cold deadly blade was like looking death straight in the eyes.
When the Shataki blade was almost just a fraction of inches from his neck, his brain booted, and he acted based on instinct.
He raised his sword and tilted his head back a bit.
Bang!
The Shataki blade connected with his sword, cutting through it as if it were nothing more than butter.
His last seconds of tilting his head back saved his head from being severed from his neck. Still, he didn't escape unscathed.
He was sent hurtling into the distance with a deep gash on his arm down across his chest.
Crashing against a massive tree, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, and he was pale, devoid of blood.
His head heavy with a loud toll of a bell ringing in his head with everything around turning fuzzy.
