Chapter 55: LV. Killing Intent
The storm raged on as if the celestial river had been turned upside down.
The trajectory of the flying dagger was as erratic as a meandering snake, devoid of any pattern.
Morison had gotten in close, and his long sword was at a significant disadvantage.
Zahak had no choice but to use this undesirable tactic, reversing his grip on the sword and quickly parrying with the hilt forged from mysterious steel.
Amidst quick movements and nimble dodges, short weapons clashed and sparks flew, only to be extinguished by the raindrops.
With a loud bang.
Morison was at a loss, his dagger was flung into a tree, piercing a hole in it instantly.
Just as Zahak thought he had the upper hand, as he reversed his sword to slash, Morison had already vanished from his line of sight.
At some point, Morison had sprung a sharp blade from the front of his boot, braced himself on the ground with one hand, and savagely kicked diagonally upwards from the ground towards Zahak’s side waist. It seemed as though he had concentrated all his energy to the extreme, tearing through the air with a fierce wind, which would have inflicted severe injury or death if it had hit its mark.
Zahak raised an eyebrow, surprised that a human could perform such an act. He angled his sword in defense to offset the force, as the blade scraped against the tip of the boot with a harsh noise.
The attack missed, and Morison used the momentum to flip backward and vault into the air, unleashing three flying knives in quick succession, shattering the curtain of rain, impossible to defend against.