His movement was nothing fancy.
Yet, it was quick as hell and lethal.
The sword slit open the bird's throat.
The poor fire chicken uttered a cry of despair, and flopped down to the ground, twitching, blood welling from the cut. Its flames flickered and died, while its eyes were staring at Mag with hate.
"You're amazing, Father!" Amy exclaimed in delight, clapping. Ugly Duckling looked up at Amy with sullen eyes, for she was making it uncomfortable.
Mag smiled and put his sword away. Speed is everything when it comes to martial arts. He felt a sudden loneliness.
Amy crouched down beside the chicken, and said, "You can rest in peace now. I'll be sure to enjoy your meat."
The fire chicken stared at Amy, and died with its eyes open.
Mag smiled, and his loneliness of being invincible was gone without a trace.
That was the first form of his Thirteen Swordplay Forms. It was simple yet deadly, and not easy to master.
