After this single confrontation with Xiao Luo's blade, Guo Jianghu became intensely aware of his opponent's prowess. He hadn't fathomed that such terrifying explosive power was hidden within this scrawny body. However, what gave him slight relief was the fact that Xiao Luo's machete was broken. Faced with a bladeless Xiao Luo, he was confident that he could hack him to pieces.
Xiao Luo frowned as he looked at the severed blade in his hands. The broken machete was like a person who had lost his life, deprived of its former glory and capacity for terror. It was nowhere near as good as a dagger of the same length. It had to be thrown away.
"You little brat. I will take your life now!"
Guo Jianghu approached Xiao Luo with a sinister grin, imposingly juggling the Nonuple Cycloblade. As its nine rings jingled, the blade's sharp edge seemed like it could slice apart air.