Screech!
But Marshall Morgan merely swept out a casual sword strike, the sword light resembling lightning, flashing past in an instant.
Poof!
This strike swept across Ronan Reynolds's wrist, blood bursting forth as the meridians in his wrist were severed.
"Ah!"
Ronan howled in agony, his body retreating frantically.
"How could this happen? It's only been a little over ten days, and how has Marshall become so strong? Why?"
"No, I won't accept this, I can't die, I must escape, to inform the experts of the Thorne family and have them send masters to kill this Marshall Morgan. Then I can seize the opportunity to capture Willa Wilde, I'll still have a chance!"
Various thoughts frantically spun in Ronan's mind.
"You have no chance!"
As Marshall's voice rang out, a sword light, unparalleled and sharp, pierced directly through Ronan's heart.
With one strike, all of Ronan's ideas were utterly cut off.
"Marshall Morgan, you'll die a miserable death!"
