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So fast—
The blade was reflected in Chen Qi's pupils, getting larger and closer—
A cold sensation and pain once again spread from his neck, then quickly throughout his body, fading bit by bit—
Bang!
Chen Qi fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes struggling to move as he looked up at the 'enemy' above.
This time, the enemy had a face.
Vivid red hair fluttered in the wind as the Blade Witch slowly withdrew the long blade from his neck—
Chen Qi looked into her eyes.
Contempt, disdain—
No, the enemy before him had none of these expressions—Chen Qi's lips moved with difficulty.
In this crack, he was but a pawn.
Just like a player who had killed all the enemies and, in the excitement that followed, casually finished off a pawn, a frail one.
The feeling of being treated like a small fry, like an ant, was really irritating—Chen Qi's vision was once again covered by a thick fog of blood.
[You have died, squashed like an ant.]