Why?
Those three words had only just popped into his head.
Medaka!
The sound of blades clashing rang out.
A force that was overwhelming, the long sword in his hand surged back.
Click, click, click!
The longsword crumbled and fragments shot out.
Zhou Cheng only felt a tremor in every part of his body as he was attacked by the shattered pieces of the sword, blood mist sprayed out, and then severe pain came.
"Ah!"
He let out a miserable scream, only to feel as if half of his body had been blasted to pieces as he flew out backwards and landed hard on the ground.
When he looked again, the longsword in his hand, only half of the blade remained.
A look up.
The archer, carrying this sick broadsword in his hand, had already arrived in front of him, the blade pointing straight at his bro
