Chapter 181: Seven Consecutive Strikes

Medusa's Blade Saint, Yongbei Li's hand-blade was thrown into disarray, its scales scattered across the ground like rice paddies under autumn rain, twisted and collapsed. The steel wrist guard was torn revealing a significant patch of white missing, though some of the scale-blade was still intact.

All the Mammoth strongmen were covered in long hair. Although they had shaved half a year ago, their hair grew back lush and rapidly. Fat Luo not only had a braided beard, but also thick dreadlocks that reached down to his buttocks. No one had expected that he could use his beard as a weapon for counterattacks.

"Night Fight Eight Directions, Hidden Blade Style!" Fat Luo's laughter trembled across the wilderness, tone filled with indescribable pleasure, "Indeed, a good blade technique! A good bladesman!"