The blue-haired Hunter stared fixedly at the martial artist before her.
He was the man who had ruthlessly defeated her ten days ago.
The battle maniac of the Yong Guang Empire, the senseless dual-blade wielder, the dusky-colored warrior, the world's most evil duelist... he had many titles, yet most people often referred to him as...
Ming Guest.
She had once heard a rumor.
It was said that Ming Guest would stop at nothing to enjoy battle, even if it meant agreeing to an enemy's request.
Shiyu Ling sighed, "Ah... so it was some fool obsessed with so-called kinship who made a deal with you..."
"His Impermanence Skill isn't pretty, but it's useful." Ming Guest tilted his head slightly, as if recalling the previous battle, "That Shiyu went all out, he was worried he wouldn't perform well and I wouldn't keep the promise."
"...Disgusting."
Ming Guest raised an eyebrow. He didn't hear words of empathy but rather a curse like a demon's murmuring from the abyss.