"Tap, tap."
The shadow of the black wolf moved with an appearance of grace and slowness, but in truth, its speed was even faster than Margaret's earlier, flashing to the spot where the blacksmith was about to land in the blink of an eye.
His breathing was long and deep.
Xia Nan stood firm in place, the ash-black blade of the straight sword [Ash Fall] seemingly fully blending into the surrounding darkness of night, with only a vague outline visible under the moonlight's reflection.
"Whoosh!"
In the cold air, a brief whistling sound quickly disappeared.
The straight sword swung forward as if dragging the moonlight, leaving a full silver-white arc in front of Xia Nan.
[Vortex Slash]!
It was already at full level, its power beyond questioning.
The timing was perfect, and the attack position was precise, using the experience gained earlier to perfectly avoid the area on the back of the blacksmith's neck covered by gem-like spore-crystal particles.
