"Go!"
At the moment Zhang Feng was supported by him, he grabbed the front of his shirt with his left hand, gave a sudden pull, and with the aid of his strength got up. Once fully standing, he changed his grip to a palm, pushing him far away.
Swish!
Zhang Feng immediately swung his right hand upwards, slashing with the blade facing up.
The rat couldn't dodge in time, and the rock wall above was too high, so it seemed to crash its neck straight into the blade. With a 'chi' sound, a large gash opened on the left side.
Simultaneously, Zhang Feng sidestepped backwards to evade its lunging paw.
Bang—
It crashed to the ground, blood gushing from its neck as it struggled to get up again.
Zhang Feng sliced through its wound with one more strike, decisively severing its head, before looking at Brother Peng, who was still trembling on the ground.
"Just now..."
Zhang Feng wanted to say there was no need to worry about me earlier.
