CHAPTER 81: THE HUNT FOR THE FALLEN PRINCE (4)
"...Shall be it, then." The elf prince said in a low growl as his sword disintegrated into a whiff of glowy green smoke, which seeped right into his wounds on his hand and thigh. It seemingly formed a plug of some sort, seeing that the wound and the hole were now glued shut with a green-ish aura, not spilling any more drop of blood.
"Ooh~ Using your mana to patch up your wound, huh? Not bad, you're quite knowledgeable." General Zhang hummed while he cracked his knuckles, and immediately leapt forward to grab the elf prince's long, flowing hair.
'BAM!'
...And that, kids, was why you should always tie your hair back when you were on the battlefield.
General Zhang smashed Ioriell's face against his knee, and didn't stop at that.
One jab, two jabs, followed by a straight punch in the face and an uppercut aimed at the long-haired elf's epigastrium.
"Kkh--!" Ioriell grimaced and crossed both of his arms in front of his body in an attempt to shield himself against the incoming blows.