Drip.
Blood trickled from the part of his neck where the blade touched.
Holding his breath to avoid being cut, Silver Wolf Sword felt cold sweat mix with the flowing blood, his body stiffening.
How did it come to this?
Forcing his trembling gaze downward, he looked at the woman before him.
The woman pointing a sword at his throatâ
Namgung Bi-ah, the Sword Dancer.
Silver Wolf Swordâs brow gradually furrowed as he stared at her.
âHow?â
How did this happen?
When had she come this close?
A moment ago, she had been far away. Yet, the instant he realized her presence, she was already at his chest.
It made no sense.
â...Did I fail to notice her approach?â
Had he truly failed to perceive her movements until she was right in front of him?
Could it mean that her level was that far above his?
âNo, that canât be.â
He immediately dismissed the thought.
Nothing had changed. Silver Wolf Sword could still see Namgung Bi-ahâs level clearly.
She couldnât defeat him.
And thatâs exactly why failing to sense her approach didnât make sense.
âWhat trick did she use?â
It had to be a trickâanything else would be impossible.
Was it some kind of sinister sorcery?
Countless thoughts raced through Silver Wolf Swordâs mind.
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The blade against his neck slowly drew away.
Whoosh! Thud!
Namgung Bi-ah lowered her sword and took a slight step back.
Just far enough to return to the distance they had started with.
Exactly that much space, no more, no less.
Namgung Bi-ah looked at him with the same expression as before.
That emotionless face made Silver Wolf Sword bite his lip.
Clutching the wound on his neck with one hand, he infused it with Qi.
It was to stop the bleeding.
As his Qi seeped in, the flow of blood finally ceased.