บท 551: Broken Sword

Alex felt a chill go down his spine. He looked at the sword on his right arm that had barely gone past the skin. The wound wasn't anywhere close to being worrisome. The poison, however…

"Tsk!" the old man said when he saw the cut. For some reason, his face was frowning with annoyance.

Alex hit the sword again to push it off his arm and immediately went on the offensive. He knew now that he was struck with the poison sword, he didn't have much longer. 

So, even if it was the last thing he would do in this world, he would kill this man. A slash, a stab, a swing— Alex used whatever he could to make the old man stay on guard so that he couldn't leave his range of spiritual sense. 

The old man was trying to hit him back, but Alex was just overwhelming him. He needed to find a moment to run away.