Swoosh!
Swoosh!
One knife flew through the air while the other slashed sharply toward Clayton's body.
Caught off guard, Clayton's pupils shrank in shock.
The thief smirked in satisfaction, convinced Clayton wouldn't be able to react in time. He was a seasoned criminal, well-versed in ambush tactics like this.
The blades were only centimeters away. In his mind, the thief could already see blood splattering—Clayton's body torn open.
But then—droplets of moisture condensed around Clayton's body, forming thin, thread-like filaments of water.
The thief sneered inwardly, thinking Clayton's "defense" was pathetic. He had already planned his escape after landing the killing blow.
He had underestimated Clayton from the beginning, dismissing him as no more dangerous than a chicken or a mutt.
Srett! Cpus~
But when the blades struck—there was no blood. Instead, a splash of dense water burst outward.
The thief's eyes widened. His right hand had hit something as solid as a wall.
