The arm exerted force, the sword blade slicing through the sticky, damp air, cutting open the pustules on the green skin.
Just like that, it threaded the opponent's body, slicing apart another goblin running nearby.
"Seven."
Xia Nan counted silently in his heart.
In his ears, the sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed.
An insidious and filthy mongrel had taken advantage of his distraction, quietly circling around to his side and back.
Hunched down, a rough wooden stick angled upwards towards his soft flank.
"Bang!"
The wooden stick struck heavily against the smooth surface of the arm shield, as if all its force were swallowed up like a black hole by the snake scales.
Not even the slightest white mark remained.
A fantasy creation from another world, with a toughness far exceeding ordinary metals, how could such a thing as this, not even a proper weapon, break through its defense?
