Before Lin Mo had much time to reflect, Ares had already gripped his short sword and charged forward.
Ares leaped up like a tiger, his short sword seemingly infused with life, both agile and wild. Each swing of his sword was filled with power and determination, as if he wanted to cut everything in his path.
Faced with Ares's fierce onslaught, Lin Mo could only retreat repeatedly, nimbly weaving through the arena to dodge the deadly sword strikes. Ares relentlessly pursued him, his attacks like a whirlwind, making it difficult for Lin Mo to breathe and withstand the onslaught.
The two swords clashed, producing a crisp metallic clang, as if telling the story of their entangled feuds. The blades kissed and crossed, then separated in an instant, just like their fates, sometimes closely intertwined, sometimes mercilessly torn apart.
As the battle intensified, Ares's blood boiled within him, and he felt the surge and excitement of life.
For the god of battle, battle is his life.
Only through battle, only through the dance of death, can he find vitality.
High and low, up and down, Ares's attacks were as fierce and swift as a storm.
Left and right, left and right, attacking from both sides, turning around and slashing, the sparks that flew up were like stars, flashing with a dangerous light in the darkness.
With attacks from above and below, side strikes and sweeping blows, Ares pressed forward relentlessly, almost driving Lin Mo into a corner.
With each thrust and slash, Ares moved fluidly and continuously, as if he were performing a vigorous dance.
With each slash, the speed increased, becoming as dazzling as lightning.
Ares's attacks accelerated, leaving Lin Mo with almost nowhere to escape, forcing him to passively deal with the relentless onslaught.
...Until finally, Lin Mo felt like he couldn't breathe.
"This God of War is too strong!" Lin Mo couldn't help but exclaim.
Suddenly, Ares plunged his sword into the ground and took a short rest.
"What's going on? Why did you stop?" Lin Mo asked in surprise.
“For a mortal,” Ares commented, “you are not bad.”
"Holy crap, you're praising me?" He took a slow, deep breath, his eyes remaining alertly fixed on Ares. "Thanks for the compliment, my good son!"
Even if I might die today, I won't back down! Lin Mo thought to himself.
"Hmph, still trying to outsmart me!" Ares sneered. "You think I really won't kill you?" He raised his short sword high above his head, attempting another attack. "You think you'll survive today?"
"Stop your nonsense and come at me if you dare!" Lin Mo shouted sternly.
Ares stopped wasting words and charged straight ahead.
Sword after sword.
Lin Mo didn't know how long the battle lasted; it seemed to have lasted for tens of minutes, or even several hours, as time passed amidst the clash of swords.
But the whole process remained almost unchanged; Lin Mo kept retreating and dodging.
Suddenly, it was as if God was blessing them.
Ares, the god of war, accidentally tripped over a stone and lost his balance.
"Holy crap, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Lin Mo thought his chance had come, so he raised his sword to counterattack.
But to everyone's surprise, Ares knelt down on one knee and resisted stubbornly, managing to defend himself so well that it was impenetrable. After deflecting a powerful slash that was meant to cleave a man in two, he launched a counterattack with lightning speed and gradually stood up.
The battle continued, the dance continued, and Lin Mo's rout continued...
This time, Ares cornered Lin Mo against a dead tree, but Lin Mo cleverly slipped away.
Ares was so frustrated by Lin Mo's repeated escapes that he cursed loudly and followed Lin Mo across a sandy area covered with gravel.
The steel is singing, the steel is singing, clang, sparks, clang.
Lin Mo was starting to catch his breath, but Ares just couldn't hit him. It was as if he had an invincible shield and iron shirt, making him impervious to swords and spears.
“Not bad, not bad,” he stopped again to catch his breath, then turned to Lin Mo’s right.
"As far as a mortal is concerned?" Lin Mo sneered.
"Hmm, pretty much like a newly initiated servant," Ares laughed, slightly out of breath. "Come on, come on, mortals. Let's fight to our hearts' content! Hahahaha!"
However, it was Lin Mo who initiated the attack this time.
He muttered as he charged forward, his Dragon Slayer sword flashing wildly, and in an instant the tide of battle turned.
The next instant, Lin Mo's strike swept across Ares' forehead, and blood flowed into his right eye.
"What? What happened?" Ares looked at Lin Mo in astonishment.
"Holy crap, what's going on?" Lin Mo was also shocked. "What the hell..."
"Unbelievable..."
"You've injured the God of War? A mythical-level warrior?"
At that moment, the system sent a message.
What, do you think I'm using a pirated system?
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