Stalker [2]

Zhao Tian steadied himself as the crimson haze surrounding them thickened, and the oppressive energy from the cloaked woman seemed to seep into his bones.

He tightened his grip on his sword, his muscles taut with tension.

The woman let out another chuckle, her voice dripping with mockery. "Light on your feet, aren't you? Let's see how long you can dance."

She flicked her wrist, and the blood haze spiraled around her, forming razor-sharp shards that hovered in the air like floating daggers.

*swoosh*

The first shard zipped toward Zhao Tian, followed by a dozen more one after another.

*sleesh* He ducked, twisted, and deflected as best as he could, his blade moving like a blur as it intercepted the relentless barrage.

*clang* *clang*

Yet, as he focused on one shard, another struck him from an unexpected angle, grazing his arm.