How can he be so strong? He looked at the knives twirling around his opponent's fingertips as though they were a part of his body. When Wang Zhong thought about his own mastery of daggers, he knew this wasn't a difference in talent but in the effort put into it.
Wang Zhong smiled as he cleaned off the blood on his face. He originally wanted to wait until his body got used to his opponent's speed, but it seemed his opponent was slightly impatient.
Wang Zhong raised his rune sword. Condensing his soul power, he formed a hand blade and suddenly chopped down on the rune sword.
Sheng…
The rune sword broke with a single sound…
Everyone watching turned silent, and the originally impatient eyes of Brooks turned serious.
That hand blade hadn't been a single strike, but rather, his opponent's palm had cut down on a single spot many times in an instant. This was a high-frequency attack.
