Xu Tao's golden eyes glared at the short flicker in the air—like heat haze rising from the center of the pit, slowly shifting and backing away.
"You think that's enough to hide from me?" he scowled, before waving his fingers once again.
The sword that was lying on the ground suddenly moved once more, shooting like a bullet toward the haze. It was so fast that the figure seemed to panic-block the attack—giving Xu Tao the opening he needed.
CLANG!
As the sword once again hit something that couldn't be seen, releasing a loud, metallic clang, the figure of the other party flickered briefly.
It was a split second, but in that short instant, Xu Tao had completely memorized the appearance of the enemy... and to his shock, it was a familiar face. One that he had seen before.
"The blacksmith?" he frowned, raising a brow in confusion.
