The boss had already discovered three sword styles, and it was going to be dangerous since Tahir not only used sword styles but was also inputting Qi into his sword slashes.
Using his hands as a form of shield, the slashes grazed his arms and legs.
The moment Tahir's sword grazed the Shadow Fang leader, a sharp jolt of pain surged through his arm. It was a shallow cut, barely noticeable—except something was definitely wrong. His arm felt… heavy, weaker than it should.
"You feel it, don't you?" Tahir asked, his voice steady but pointed. "That wasn't just a normal slash."
The leader flexed his fingers, trying to shake off the unsettling sensation. His body felt slow, the strength in his arm already starting to fade.
