He discovered that the animal he hated most in his life was actually a venomous snake.
The monitor, his eyes fixed on Firsa, was suddenly alarmed: Oh no!
Next, the two sides engaged in a second round of fierce fighting.
Xu Ren used his double-edged sword, which swept across the air and attacked continuously, to restrain Philsa and create a hurricane.
As long as you hold the light chain, you can skillfully control the flying blades.
The crimson blade light severed Philsa's aurora, preventing him from getting close to his opponent.
The two combatants had already moved more than ten meters away from the tavern. Jelu staggered after them and discovered that the one who had the upper hand was actually Midnight Slash's Continuation Blade.
The street was deserted, with only "scars" left on the ground and walls.
If these injuries were to fall on Philsa… the thought horrified her. Her companions were in danger, and she herself was powerless from the strange pain she had experienced; she couldn't even lift a knife.
She had promised to do everything in her power to help Philsa and protect him before Sherry was resurrected, but now she was powerless to do so.
In that instant, Firza successfully dodged the direct attack from the front;
Although he noticed it, he couldn't dodge another sneak attack from behind.
He tried his best to turn to the side, resulting in a wound on his side that almost reached a vital point.
Philsa was not incapable of distinguishing between a direct attack and a sneak attack; it was just that the opponent's attacks came from all directions like the venomous breath of a viper, and no matter which direction he fled, there would be fangs waiting for him.
It's not that we're not agile enough to dodge, but that there's simply nowhere to hide. It's not that we can't detect the sneak attacks, but that there are so many that we can't distinguish them at all.
After the magic power is unlocked, the Blade Continuation can create an offensive momentum like a thousand blades with just two blades.
"Continuous Blade"—its nickname is truly fitting. It launches a series of attacks, one strike after another without any gap, one strike in the open while another strikes in the shadows, feints and sneak attacks happening simultaneously.
By this time, Firsa had sustained numerous injuries, though none of them were fatal.
The most serious injuries were the cuts on his left shoulder and back, which caused him intense burning and tearing pain due to the potent venom.
In addition, the several missed slashes also tore the corners of Philsa's clothes to shreds.
This time, he saw through Xu Ren's feint attack from the front and turned to the side again, successfully dodging the surprise attack from behind.
But he still noticed it early but had no time to react—a second attack came from the front, slightly to the left, and this time it was truly deadly. He strained to tilt his head back, and the sharp blade ripped off the blindfold from his face.
After escaping the danger, Philsa landed and staggered back a few steps. The ice sword in his hand finally shattered from the constant collisions with the iron blade.
Jelu witnessed this scene and almost rushed over. Her companion was in dire straits. His previous reckless attack and desperate dodging of the blades must have left him exhausted, and his magic power was probably running out as well.
Even the monitors were worried about whether he could survive the next attack, silently praying, "Please don't..."
However, the monitors cannot act rashly.
Jelu was worried that Philsa would be defeated and lose his life before Sherry could be resurrected.
But the monitor was worried about something else with Philsa: "You absolutely mustn't..."
After a series of attacks, Xu Ren was also somewhat exhausted and took a break. It was almost nightfall.
The darker it gets, the more advantageous it is for this blind fellow; therefore, he must be dealt with as soon as possible. "Next, it'll be time to send you to your grave!"
Philsa clutched his left shoulder, the poison throbbing intensely, the wound somewhat hindering his swordplay. He didn't reply, sensing the enemy's rekindled demonic energy.
"Are you really blind? Or are you hiding your strength?" Xu Ren stared intently at Philsa's face. Even after removing his blindfold, Philsa's eyes remained tightly closed, whether intentionally or truly unable to open them again was unclear.
His words reminded Firsa of why she had gone blind.
The first grand gathering of heroes, the final battle with King Augustine, Sherry's death... but what troubled him most at this moment was the disappearance of Yug, the ambush he and his companions suffered at the hands of the Midnight Slayers, whether his companions had betrayed him, and the mystery of who had fallen into the hands of the Wind Vortex Stone. His mind was in turmoil.
"I will send Yog to hell later as well. Then you can question Hades about why he betrayed us."
Xu Ren was relieved that his twin blades had not lost their sharpness after the fierce battle and could still be used smoothly.
He unleashed his magic a second time, and the twin blades once again unleashed a bloody hurricane.
Philsa had no time to be confused or think about anything else; he could only do his best to defeat the enemy at hand.
His blood was roaring, fighting, fighting, fighting! Two beams of cold light shot out from his hands, condensing into twin ice swords.
My body is extremely tired, but the blood in my body seems unusually excited, trying to gradually take control of my body.
He forgot the pain, forgot his injuries. His whole body erupted with dazzling aurora, and with a roar, he charged towards the enemy like a celestial star unable to restrain its speed.
"Oops!"
Seeing this, the monitor could no longer stand idly by and quickly stepped out from the shadows. From a corner of the street, the shadow of a man appeared.
Jelu turned around in surprise to look at the uninvited guest—who was actually her long-hidden follower. He was tall and looked like a burly man from the north;
Wearing a black coat, but unarmed. Gerald wanted to raise her knife to defend herself against the stranger, but her hand was still trembling; just gripping the hilt was a struggle.
"Don't worry, Miss, I'm not your enemy," the mysterious man briefly clarified, then looked at the two people in the distance who were beginning their third round of combat, and shared his assessment with her:
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