Eighteen Hammers!
This was the coup de grace of Nihlathak. It was obvious that the Hammer had taught his son well.
Despite the deadly attack he was facing, Duo Lun remained motionless with his eyes closed.
"Zenn!"
A glint of Blade Aura suddenly shot out of Hawk's blade, beaming directly at Duo Lun's throat.
At this moment of life and death, Duo Lun finally moved, and the timing was perfect. He slid underneath the silvery curve that the blade aura had traced out in the air, feeling the wind that blade aura had stirred up press against his hair.
He did not look like a level eleven fighter, but resembled someone who was much more experienced and powerful.
