Copper Coin clinked to the ground, bouncing and rolling down the hallway before swiftly disappearing into the staircase, vanishing from sight.
Li Pan waited for a moment, peered out, and then looked up at the invisible person who had approached him.
"Hold on a second, this move might be delayed, the bar needs to load up a bit, little bro!"
The other party was quite gentlemanly, waving his hand to indicate for him to continue.
But Li Pan was anything but gentlemanly; he went straight for the face, swinging his sword at the assailant's wrist tendons, aiming to slice through the person's wrists.
The adversary was careless, no, utterly unconcerned. Despite possessing a top-notch prosthetic body, they didn't bother to dodge, clearly relying on their violent defense system already being activated, planning to simply snap Li Pan's sword with a casual flick.
And so, Li Pan smoothly sliced off his right hand with a single sword strike.
