I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch

As Qing took a step forward, Dan Unsak crawled away with one leg and one arm. Regardless, Qing picked up Dan Unsak’s fallen sword and swung it a few times.

Excellent balance and a flawless blue blade; even after tasting blood it clung in droplets, truly deserving to be called a famed sword without lacki…

Blood?

Qing bent her elbow and examined her forearm.

Blood was streaming from a wound split open to the depth of one finger joint.

No wonder it was stinging and throbbing.

But there was a subtle addictiveness to the pain, one could say. At this level, it wasn’t bad.

Qing looked down at Dan Unsak again, blood dripping from her fingertips, and spoke.

“Hand over the scabbard.”