The jade-haired brat lunged at me, scimitars flashing with malicious intent.
I sidestepped to the left, his twin blades slicing nothing but air.
'Maybe it's time I learn how to use a weapon,' I thought to myself, ducking beneath a follow-up slash that would've taken my head off if I'd hesitated a second longer.
From the very moment I'd transmigrated into this world, it had been fists. Straight hands, nothing else. I had relied on my instincts, my experience, and raw brute force—but now, facing an opponent like this, I was starting to see the cracks in that strategy.
If the admins of this twisted world were hellbent on turning my life into a meat grinder, then I needed to adapt. Fast. And that meant evolving past bare-knuckle brawling.
The brat cackled when his first attack missed, his laughter unhinged and giddy, like a child who'd just discovered he could set ants on fire.
