"Ha ha! Ha ha ha ha..."
In the midst of the storm, the Barbaric Woman laughed wildly.
Her fiery red hair danced wildly, and with a fierce swing of her large axe!
At the blade, a long arc made of fine sand and gravel shot out of the storm, aimed at the crowd.
"Dodge!"
"Little Hu, don't take it head-on!" Voices of Sun Zhengfang and Wei Long echoed within the team.
The crowd dispersed instantly.
A sand and gravel arc, some five or six meters long, whizzed by with a terrifying sound of breaking air, skimming over the asphalt road.
"Whoosh!"
On the other side of the street, a tree was cut in half at its trunk.
Yet, as the sand-gravel arc moved past the trunk, the tree didn't split immediately, as if nothing had happened?
Soon after, the ensuing windstorm finally flipped over the upper half of the trunk.
Only then did the cut, exceptionally smooth cross-section of the trunk become visible.
If this "axe-blade arc of sand and gravel" had flown over a human...
"Huff!"
