The high-quality blade cut through the wild dog's tangled fur, skin, and muscle like a hot knife through butter, slicing neatly down to the gap between the vertebrae.
If Rong Buqiu were to withdraw at this moment, the lightning-infused blade would still cause a disruption of the electrical signals within the spinal nerves.
This wild dog would at least convulse on the ground for an hour, incontinent.
But this was a special technique of the Thunder Cat Sword, and Rong Buqiu did not intend to waste energy on these city wild dogs.
So the sword that struck down from above smoothly decapitated the wild dog.
Rong Buqiu landed lightly and silently, his legs rotating as his hand moved in a small arc after the slash, ultimately transforming the inertia of the swing, with the sword tip facing outward and resting against his arm.
As Rong Buqiu turned around, the second wild dog charging at him had its wide-open mouth perfectly aligned with the sword tip he had poised.
