In the dark of night, under the eaves.
Two burly figures, one pursuing, the other fleeing, occasionally bursting into brief skirmishes.
Boom!!
Another dull thud.
Anova felt a surge of energy from his chest, which he spat out from his mouth.
'Limit-Breaking Skill: Crimson String Trap!'
His hands trembled instantly, flicking upwards, unleashing a speed far beyond his rank.
Swish!!
Two intersecting red lines flashed by, leaving a residual red cross in front of Zhang Rongfang.
This momentary outburst of the Limit-Breaking Skill reached the power of at least the seventh rank in an instant.
But as fast as he was, Zhang Rongfang was faster.
Just before the red cross formed, he tilted slightly, narrowly avoiding the cross.
Two red daggers slashed past him abruptly. The poison-coated tips came within centimeters of cutting through his robe and harming his skin.
