Facing the fierce slash from the man in the Tiger-Head Mask, the Wind Monarch showed no expression and suddenly reached out with his left hand.
Bang!
The cloth dagger was grasped by the Wind Monarch, unable to advance even a little.
The expression in the eyes of the man in the Tiger-Head Mask remained unchanged, and the arm holding the dagger was steady as a mountain, not shaken by the fact that his strike was blocked.
Suddenly, another powerful blade force burst forth from the cloth dagger, forcing the Wind Monarch to retreat as he flicked his finger on the dagger.
With a clang, the cloth dagger slightly shifted. The Wind Monarch, like an invisible and traceless wind, quietly dodged the blade, appearing at the man's side and pointed directly at his lower back.
The man in the Tiger-Head Mask reacted quickly, sweeping his foot sideways, forcing the Wind Monarch to immediately retreat.
