With swift hands and sharp eyes, he clamped down on the Lizardman's throat, forcibly dragging it several meters towards himself.
The Lizardman's body fell heavily to the ground, its neck limp as if boneless. Fang Hong saw this and knew the opponent was dead beyond doubt, so he let go and turned around again. At this moment, the last Lizardman had already reached him.
The opponent thrust a blade at him, and while others at his level might have panicked, Fang Hong felt no worry in his heart. Remembering his combats with Odin, he extended his right hand and grasped it.
The Lizardman's blade sparked against Pride of the Lonely King, its exquisite Magic Guided Conductor bending and twisting like scrap iron.
