"How did he dodge that? Being short has its advantages... even shorter than the blade, Little White's paw was just right blocked by the handle..." Ling Mo thought to himself, "But no matter how you look at it, he's an adult male. This height could almost be considered disabled, but it's become an advantage... Isn't that kind of sad?"
The shortie twirled Big Blade, angling the blade towards the Mutant Panda, then pressed his whole body onto the blade's back and rammed forward.
Although he was pressed against the wall, it was unclear how he mustered such force; the impact was not negligible.
Little White, possessing some intelligence, couldn't quite grasp what was going on, but instinctively knew not to take the blow head-on and immediately leapt back.
Hiss—
A white line appeared on the ground, clearly marked by the blade tip.
And where Big Blade stopped, the tip had penetrated two to three centimeters deep into the ground, indicating the tremendous force behind the attack.