Chapter 179
'So then what is this sense of crisis?'
He could not help but feel suspicious about the confidence the old man had when facing him with his level of sword skills.
"Cough-!" He suddenly started coughing blood.
"Hahahaha…" the old man's eerie laughter rang out in the silent mountains as he disappeared from his previous spot and reappeared in front of him.
Swish! Bang!
"Ugh!"
The old man swung his sword, slicing at Oliver's arm. He tried to dodge, but in the next instant, a fierce and strong kick connected with his abdomen, sending him flying backward.
Crack!
Agony shot through his chest as he crashed into the ground, feeling his ribs snap under the force. His ribs hurt as he groaned, his vision suddenly becoming blurry too.
'Poison? Did he poison me?'
Oliver quickly realized this, his mind instantly going to the small gash on his forehead that the old man had inflicted upon him with that flying sword.
'That sword was coated with hidden poison!'
