He hurriedly stepped back... Though he avoided Mukiwa's frontal attack, the hard sole of the wooden clogs still grazed his calf.
Scythe Weasel felt as if a piece of skin had been scraped off his calf, and his whole leg burned with pain.
The hasty retreat caused Scythe Weasel's posture to become uncontrollably chaotic.
This time, it was Aoto's eyes that burst with an awe-inspiring light!
The "Qi Stream" on Scythe Weasel shook... The guidance of the "Qi Stream" reappeared.
Except, this time it wasn't guiding Aoto on how to evade.
It was guiding Aoto on how to attack!
At this moment, a short yet cloud-piercing and stone-shattering shout came from Aoto's chest—now's the time!
In a flash, Aoto pulled Ghost-Slaying to his chest, the flat blade pointing straight at Scythe Weasel's chest, with his shoulders, waist, and legs... his whole body coiled like a spring centered on his right leg.
In the next instant, this "spring" snapped open!
