章 1732: Face-slapping, Round 9 (7)

Right now, Sefiro was completely dumbfounded.

No… It couldn't be! This couldn't be happening!

No, it wasn't like that!

He was Catnine!

He was a boy!

How could he be Feng Wu, that cunning girl? That wasn't possible!

"You missed the best chance! If we all die here today, it'll be your fault!"

Seven bellowed at Sefiro. Then, fighting back his pain, he jumped at Feng Wu.

Thump!

He struck at Feng Wu with his sword.

Feng Wu dodged.

But the fair skin of her neck was cut open.

Feng Wu was injured.

Seven had spared no effort with that strike!

After he failed to defeat her with that strike, he didn't have any enough strength left for another attack.

There was a loud thump.

Feng Wu jumped up and kicked Seven in the back.

Thump!

Seven, a Spiritual Lord, was sent flying by that kick.