The Professor's expression was rigid.
But before he could scream, Huai Shi was already on his feet. The Axe Blade emerged in his right hand, sweeping down and severing the Professor's right arm.
Immediately after, he raised both the knife and the axe, slashing down at the utterly defenseless enemy before him.
Iron light howled and burst forth like a tide, engulfing the Professor.
The speed was unprecedentedly fast.
After the Drummer, skilled in unarmed combat, mastered the basics, Huai Shi realized that his own weapon strikes had also undergone a qualitative Metamorphosis. However, for some reason, the swords that were once as effortless to wield as his own limbs now felt awkward in his hands. It was as if something was wrong, as if he had never used them properly.
Something is slightly off.
