Finally, after an intense battle, Nan Ming found an opportunity.
He suddenly swung his longsword, the sword light sliced through the air like lightning, directly hitting the head of the Blue-Scaled Beast.
The Blue-Scaled Beast let out a dreadful roar and then fell to the ground, unable to move anymore.
Panting, Nan Ming was already covered in sweat, yet he didn't feel a hint of fatigue.
He looked at the Blue-Scaled Beast on the ground, a sense of achievement welling up in his heart.
Luo Yao stepped out from behind a tree and looked at Nan Ming, a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes.
He approached Nan Ming, patted his shoulder, and said, "This battle wasn't too bad. Though still a bit immature, it deserves praise."
