Su Hang held the Thunder Lord Whip in his hand, his body spinning, drawing trails of lightning from the Nine Heavens that followed the rotation of his body.
Watanabe Oshima's attacks, one blade after another, struck with force, scattering the lightning, emitting flashes in all directions, yet they couldn't breach his defense.
Su Hang had thought that this would be enough to block Watanabe Oshima's killing move.
But he had underestimated Watanabe Oshima, whose figures suddenly merged into one, increasing the power of his attack, tearing through the lightning and slashing towards him in an instant.
Su Hang activated "Thunder Trace," "whooshing" away from his original spot, but he was still a step too slow; his thigh was slashed open, blood gushing out, staining his trousers red.
"Truly impressive, even using my signature move, I've only caused you superficial wounds, pity, such a pity..." Watanabe Oshima's face, however, was filled with smiles.
