Clutching her left shoulder, which was bleeding profusely, Meng Xiaoyu stared angrily at Li Tianlu, who held a blood-stained short sword in his right hand, smiling at her.
Not far from him stood Wang Mazi, who, though momentarily stunned by the unexpected turn of events, soon wore the same annoying smile as Li Tianlu, gazing at her.
“You have no honor! Attacking from behind!”
Meng Xiaoyu angrily accused Li Tianlu of his sneak attack.
“Hahaha! All’s fair in war; haven’t you heard that saying?”
Li Tianlu replied nonchalantly, unfazed by Meng Xiaoyu’s accusation of dishonor.
In Li Tianlu’s view,...
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