Chapter 127: The Giant Wolf That Bit Off the Arm of a God_3

Wolf, choosing the moment to hunt.

"..." Xi Mu shook the Great Sword of Death, his gaze calm to a terrifying extent. Fenrir's Fang was indeed troublesome; if it hit, it could truly be fatal.

But that depends on it being able to bite. As long as one hones their combat skills to a certain level, overpowering Spartal on a technical level,

then Spartal's greatest reliance is as good as null.

"Swoosh!" Spartal pounced forward, his five fingers shaped like sharp wolf claws, keen as razors, swiping towards Ahtal's back.

Speed.

Angle.

Timing,

Each one was mastered just right, enough to let him grasp Ahtal's shoulder and thus create the opportunity to bite.

And a successful bite would proclaim his victory.

But ... vanished, Ahtal turned into starlight and disappeared on the spot. He leapt at thin air.

Timing.

Angle.

Speed.

Indeed, they were all mastered just right, yet the one who mastered them wasn't Spartal; it was Ahtal indeed.