Without even looking back, he placed his blade behind him, across his back, and blocked Olgerd’s strike. Turning on his heel, Hadjar launched a swift counterattack, but Mountain Wind didn’t cut Olgerd, destroying a snow sculpture instead. The northerner had disappeared once more.
Hadjar was alone in the middle of the howling wind and blizzard. Snow swirled around him, obscuring his view. All other sounds disappeared, and only the whistling of the wind and the beating of his heart remained. He could see nothing, so Hadjar closed his eyes and held the hilt of his sword in both hands.
Chapter 373
The battle dragged on. It had already lasted five minutes, which, for a fight between a cultivator and a practitioner, was something incredible. Such battles usually ended in a few seconds. Wha
