"Ning Fan, don't worry about me!"
Xu Ruolan cried out directly to Ning Fan, as Long Tianze threatened him by using her as leverage.
Faltas, with double-swords in hand, charged at Ning Fan, the two sharp swords tracing several afterimages in the air, attacking from all directions.
Ning Fan, with his bloodied dagger, parried the oncoming double-swords and stepped back, his eyes catching a glimpse of Xu Ruolan with a trace of bitterness in his peripheral vision.
Despite her plea for him not to worry about her, how could Ning Fan possibly give up on Xu Ruolan?
Now, with Long Tianze's threats on the side, Ning Fan could only focus on defense, never able to fully engage Faltas.
Two figures darted back and forth under the intense light, their speed dizzying. Ning Fan's right hand was soaked in blood as he gripped his blood-stained dagger and drew it forward, creating a clinking sound. Faltas felt a formidable force from his double-swords and was repelled several steps back.
