Chapter 64: My Mystic Art Is Called PTSD
Han Xuhan was pretty much disarmed now. Staring in rage at Shen Kai’s smug face, he let out a bestial roar.
"Do you know how expensive that glaive is?! Son of a bitch!"
Then, acting as if he had lost his mind completely, Han Xuhan walked straight towards Shen Kai. While keeping the guy entertained with his twisted expression and verbal abuse, he discreetly slipped a foot into the shoe that had just exploded for nothing.
Shen Kai welcomed Han Xuhan’s approach with open arms. He didn’t even try to go invisible. Finally, this battle was going to be settled in the proper way!
But the moment Han Xuhan was close enough to prepare for hand-to-hand combat, he flicked the shoe off his foot right at Shen Kai’s face.
Shen Kai was now more or less aware that these shoes were apparatuses with brute explosive power. So he tried to move out of the way. While he was successful in dodging it, he was only partially successful in evading the ensuing explosion.
Boom!
"Fuck—!"
Han Xuhan had already braced for it, expecting the shockwave. What he didn’t expect was that the explosion of gravity even affected the blade of his glaive. Before the explosion, only a few inches of it was visible above the soil, but now, a ditch had formed around it, exposing more than half of its length.
The first thing Shen Kai saw after scampering to his feet was Han Xuhan pulling out the blade. The sight only made him laugh derisively.
"You didn’t even have a proper grip on the handle. How are you going to wield it now without cutting your fingers off on the edge?"