C181 Unusual
"You're asking for it!" Xiao Yu's reflexes were lightning-fast. In an instant, he spun around and extended two fingers.
He deftly grasped the sword's blade, and his fleshly fingers emitted a metallic clang.
With a resonant "ding," the long sword snapped effortlessly between his digits.
The swordsman's face was etched with horror. He wielded a top-tier weapon
