Chapter 60: The Thrill of Killing

Dante Easton moved like a wraith. With a silver needle in hand, he traced along the opponent's saber, sparks flaring bright in the moonlight. In a heartbeat! The sparks winked out. A thin red line opened across the young ancient martial artist's throat, and blood gushed like a spring. The youth stared at Dante in disbelief, mouth working-but he toppled before a word came out. Blood pooled beneath him, the metallic reek thickening in the air. It all happened in a blink. Most of them did not even...