Chapitre 1089: Using Sweat as a Weapon

"Great Heaven, Sword-Wielding Mysterious Slash!" A middle-aged man bellowed at the top of his voice, making it seem like he was condensing a tremendous amount of power when he dodged an attack and punched the attacker. 

"Damn troll! Die!" The youth that had been punched in the face spat out blood, cursing himself for falling into the trap. He then reminded himself that no one was able to use Spiritual Energy here as he lunged in with a thrust of his spear.

Suddenly, he was alarmed when his spear pierced through the neck of the man that had punched him, staring agape when he noticed a blade peeking out of the other party's chest. Using the chaos to her advantage, a lady that seemed to be in her early twenties pierced her weapon through the middle-aged man's back.