In the sunlight, the broken blade danced into the air, blossoming with an unusual Cold glow.
Wearing a mask and wrapped in a black Swift suit, the attacker's eyes were wide open.
He had never anticipated that his long-prepared lethal strike would be utterly futile.
He had clearly slashed at the opponent's body.
Yet, the opponent was completely unharmed.
How could they be so hard?
A thought flashed through the attacker's mind like lightning, but his hands moved with extreme speed.
Whoosh!
The remaining half of the blade in his hand flew out, thrusting straight at Jason's left eye.
Then, the whole person retreated rapidly like an agile raccoon.
Clang!
Another crisp sound.
The heart of the retreating attacker with a somersault skipped a beat.
Could it be even the eyes...
Uncontrollably, the attacker looked up.
Then, his already wide-open eyes grew even larger.
He witnessed a scene he would never forget in his life.
The blade was caught between teeth.
