Hatter could see it. That red energy coalescing on Wuwu’s hand and sword. He’d only seen one man fight like that before, and now he understood the resemblance. He sighed.

“I guess I’ll have to get serious”

He dropped both of his swords, and they hit the floor with a loud clang. He breathed deep and placed his hands and arms in a wrestling stance, ready for a throw. From his breath, vapor appeared. The air grew cold around him, and he started to shiver. His smile grew wide and it turned into a loud, unhinged laugh.

Wuwu didn’t care. He couldn’t care. He could only see the opponent in front of him. He would make him disappear. He dashed forward, sword in front of him on a stabbing stance. He was quick as lightning, and most people trying to block his strike would’ve probably died before being able to react. The Mad Hatter was not.

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He ducked millimeters before the sword could strike him, and grabbed Wuwu’s legs and spun him around like a twig. He then threw him to the ground. Even through that, Wuwu hadn’t dropped his sword.

Wuwu spun in the ground and used the momentum to stab at Hatter. He was so fast, it looked like Hatter couldn’t block. Yet he grabbed the sword with his hand, the sharp edges drawing blood on his hands. He then punched the sword, and it flew far away.

“Haaa, that was impressive, lordling!” he said, the air warming up as he dismissed his stance “we might make a fighter out of you yet!”

Losing his sword made Wuwu snap out of the trance, and he immediately regretted it. He went after the instructor with intent to kill! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go!

“Don’t feel too bad, my lord, most people want to kill me when they see me!” Hatter said, with a mocking smile “Although I’m hoping I can teach you how to control it.”