"Keng---"
The sharp Nichirin knife slashed at the ogre's neck, making a crisp sound like gold and iron striking each other.
Tong Mo took a few steps back and touched the bleeding scar on his neck. His expression was a little subtle: "This strength..."
The wound healed slowly, and he looked up and down with great interest at this young man who had never been noticed by him. His jerky sword-wielding technique could not hide his fighting skills and timing control, especially the one that was no less than a ghost. The huge power really surprised him.
Zhongyuan Zhong, who was confronting him, was also quite upset. Not only does he have to use his special ability to cover up, but he also has to use cold weapons that he is not good at...
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