章 689: SEVENTH MATCH (II)

"SORRY, I love to chat more with you but I'm not really into prolong fights.  So… I have to defeat you now."

Liang Sen heard Winged Tassel's voice from behind.  Then, before he could react, he suddenly felt himself being dragged upwards by the neck at a very high speed.  He could feel the resistance from the air.  He even felt a bit breathless having his neck gripped like this. 

But one thing's for sure – his opponent seemed to have the ability to fly.  As he was being dragged, he could hear the flapping sound of something against the wind.  If he had to make a guest, it would most likely be a pair of wings.

He wasn't sure if it was the other's skill or just a perk of whatever race his avatar was.  All he knew right now was that he needed to get out of this chokehold as soon as possible.  Or else, he could already picture his bad end.