Chapter 879: Die Like the Insect You Are (4)

Ka-ga-gak!

The face of the Wandering Swordmaster contorted grotesquely.

Fwaaash!

“Gah!”

A streak of sword energy, as swift as a bolt of lightning, grazed past his face. The skin on his chin split, leaving a long, crimson gash running from his jaw to his cheek.

‘Damn it!’

This wasn’t some amateurish swordsmanship. It was the kind of sword strike that only someone who had mastered the blade through relentless practice, someone who had swung their sword so many times they couldn’t tell if the weapon was in their hands or …