Even though most of the time he couldn't hit, once he found an opportunity, the magic originally hidden within the sword would fully display Liuchuan's "Elemental Pulse" reputation.
This was also Liuchuan's own plan, but...
"I've clearly given it my all, why can't I hit!"
Liuchuan's forehead gradually furrowed as he began to grow anxious.
Every time he swung, in his view Vlad narrowly dodged, without any skill to speak of, completely muddled in martial techniques.
And from the expression, Vlad did seem genuinely in danger, not feigning urgency to taunt him.
Yet he just couldn't hit, Vlad always seemed a fraction faster, he just couldn't catch up.
This feeling of being overwhelmed by stats made him exceptionally frustrated.
He couldn't help but recall the evaluations given by opponents he harassed with challenges during his time.
"Simply a crude martial artist, all stats, no skill whatsoever!"
"Heh, even if you guessed right, do you think you can hit me? Can you hit?"
