Chapter 144: Mid-Term —Quarterfinals [1]
Not just fast, but fluidly, unpredictably.
"Twin Veil Cut!"
My blade became two phantoms, striking his shield from opposing angles simultaneously.
The impact, amplified by my aura, finally made him stagger back a step.
"Impressive," Chris acknowledged, resetting his stance.
"But a shield endures." He slammed his shield down again.
"Earth Spike Gaol!"
Jagged pillars of stone erupted around me, attempting to cage me in.
I used Shadow Swap, blinking onto one of the rising pillars, then leaped off, sword descending towards his head.
"Darkness Canopy!" Chris countered, raising his shield as a dome of pure shadow absorbed my strike.
We were locked in a stalemate—my offense potent but unable to break his perfect defense, his counters disruptive but unable to pin me down.
The crowd was mesmerized. This wasn't a flashy exchange of power; it was a high-speed chess match of feints, counters, and tactical repositioning.
