"The sword broke!"
Taotie was suddenly startled and hastily retreated.
But Tong Yue's sword, which seemed to be moving with great momentum and extreme slowness, was actually fast and urgent.
Even with Taotie's reaction speed, he still couldn't escape the attack of the sword's edge.
Swish—
The blade of the two-handed sword swept across Taotie's chest.
The multifunctional tactical vest that Jiang Xinyan had given Taotie, reinforced with steel plates, split at the seams and became an open cardigan.
Even though the tactical vest had taken a blow for Taotie, he still ended up bleeding.
Looking at the fresh red line extending from his chest to his abdomen, Taotie broke out in cold sweat and, with a lingering fear, patted his chest: "Damn, that scared the hell out of me, almost gutted, thank goodness for the tactical vest my wife gave me to block it."