"Since you're not cooperating nicely, I'll make you understand what it's like to prefer death to living!"
The middle-aged man sneered and thrust his short sword out.
Whiz!
That strike was terrifying, like a bolt of lightning flashing through the air, but in the next moment, he was stunned.
Because he struck air.
What?
How is this possible?
The middle-aged man was shocked. Where was his opponent?
How could he have missed?
He simply couldn't believe it!
And in the next moment, an even colder voice rang out behind him.
"Think you're tough, huh? You want to kill me?"
"But do you think you can actually do it?"
Hearing this voice, the middle-aged man's hair stood on end as if he had seen a ghost.
Impossible!
When did the other person get behind him?
How did he not notice at all?
Thinking of this, his scalp went numb, but the instincts of a martial artist made him spin around and strike with his sword.
Thud!
