The low boom of gunshots echoed through the night streets, as Wen Wen, dressed in black, moved through the streets and alleys like a ghostly shadow.
Trailing behind him was a flaccid skin that pursued him with steps that sent chills down one's spine.
"Direct energy blasts will get absorbed by it, bullets don't seem to work either, should I try cutting it?"
Wen Wen stood straight, took out a rune-etched steel sword, and gripped the hilt with both hands, slashing out several Sword Qi in quick succession.
Worried about any unknown abilities the Skin Monster might have, Wen Wen refrained from using the Blood River Sword for the time being.
Before the Sword Qi could land on the Skin Monster, it began to slide eerily, dodging the experimental Sword Qi.
"As I thought, it fears sharp attacks."
Wen Wen's eyes brightened, and he teleported behind the Skin Monster, holding the sword grip with both hands and chopping down—the Nameless Swordsmanship's Iron Cleaving Style!
