As the voice fell, Faen and LeBlanc immediately started fighting.
Raising the staff in her hand, the gaze LeBlanc cast at Faen was full of undisguised and abundant interest. Crimson magic chains shot out simultaneously from the shadows of many visual blind spots behind Faen without warning. Tricky angles at the same time, in those pitch-black shadows, one could vaguely see flashing figures, as if countless illusions of "LeBlanc" were faintly discernible at the sources of the chains.
"Is this the warm-up beginning?" Faen chuckled lightly, standing still on the spot, but in the surging water mist around him, three suspended flying blades of flowing water formed in an instant, emitting almost imperceptible whooshing sounds.
Seemingly fragile, the sharp blades of flowing water didn't have the slightest stagnation during the process of touching the chains. And unlike before, the flying blades this time didn't clash head-on, but rotated at an astonishing high speed during flight. Under the action of centrifugal force, the edges of the flying blades reflected a strange cold light. Like the most dexterous paper cutter possessing consciousness, they instantly crushed the three magic chains inch by inch into dissipating energy.
And after these chains shattered, those three LeBlanc illusions were also directly slashed to pieces in an instant, like punctured blisters, dissipating directly in a split second, as if they had never appeared.
"Don't let me down, clone hag." Faen's voice carried a trace of expectation. After all, LeBlanc was the first guy Faen met worthy of Faen truly perking up to face—there were some before, but those were all in Ionia. And now with the dual contracts of Ashlesh and Janna, Faen's power was completely incomparable to the past. Let alone other things, just the spirit realm alone was a realm only masters could touch in Ionia.
This point was best reflected on Master Yi, the Wuju Bladesman—able to perceive, enter, and control the power of the spirit realm, in Ionian culture, was an unquestionable master.
And now—Faen guided empty-handed, water vapor behind him formed a vortex, forming nine bright flying blades under continuous compression.
Although weapons, these flying blades gave people a feeling as if endowed with life, circling around his body constantly. High-speed flow produced layers of phantoms, forming an airtight defense array. And on the blade bodies of those flowing water blades, there was even faint cyan-white wind swirl wrapping around.
Hiding in the shadow of a huge gear, watching Faen confronting her clones in the field, the expression on LeBlanc's face wasn't as casual, leisurely, and confident as the expressions on the clones' faces. Instead, it was completely the opposite, her eyes cold from beginning to end.
Looking down at her abdomen covered by her right hand, looking at the fist mark on it, feeling the stinging pain within, even LeBlanc couldn't help feeling a burst of scalp numbness.
If it were just pain, then LeBlanc had a hundred ways to suppress, ignore, or even completely recover from it. But LeBlanc could also feel that when the other party hit her lower abdomen, there was also an inexplicable energy forcibly blasted into her body the moment it touched.
It was true that LeBlanc was a powerful mage, but this substance of the spirit realm and magic were completely two different natures—referencing Master Yi, who felt the power of the spirit realm energy in the novella, and also understood what the true original intention of Wuju style was.
And in the game, the effect of Master Yi's E skill Wuju Style was attaching true damage to every strike after activation.
Reality is different from games; the spirit realm couldn't be compared with the truest damage in games. But undeniably, the energy nature of the spirit realm was completely different from ordinary magic. Even knowing the other party used the power of the spirit realm, one couldn't use the method of dealing with magic to confront and offset it.
LeBlanc was indeed a powerful mage, but regarding the spirit realm—she might understand more than others, but compared to the level of Faen, or rather Ashlesh, she was still too immature.
Just like now, although LeBlanc had already felt what Faen's attack injected into her body, LeBlanc could only feel it, but couldn't resist. Even saying, LeBlanc could clearly feel that as this power stayed longer and longer in her body, it itself was also spreading towards the organs inside her body.
Lucky enough, the place hit was the lower abdomen. LeBlanc didn't need to worry about important organs like the heart and brain in her body being affected. But under the skin membrane of the abdomen, she was violently shaken as early as when she received the heavy blow. Now LeBlanc could even more clearly feel her womb and honey path twitching and contracting.
But as an old woman who had survived for thousands of years, how could LeBlanc's will be crushed by this level of impulse? But LeBlanc knew very well that if this continued, even if she could maintain reason, she would completely become a defeated opponent of the person before her—she didn't have the essence of the spirit realm. Under these circumstances, once the ownership of her material realm body was taken by this guy, then with just a thought from the other party, her soul with her physical body obliterated would fall into the clutches of that guy Mordekaiser...
Thinking this, LeBlanc's ten fingers flew rapidly, chanting incantations in a low voice. In an instant, the entire square seemed to come alive!
More than a dozen illusions emerged simultaneously from all directions: some holding magic wands high, summoning deadly shadow orbs; some holding sharp blades, making thrusting postures; some even imitating Faen's posture, condensing fake flowing water flying blades! True and false intermingled, killing intent lurked everywhere. Among the endless phantoms, there were true and false, and they were constantly changing. Even through the live broadcast footage, the people watching the battle felt a burst of suffocation.
'Hired by House Medarda?' Narrowing her eyes looking at the battlefield, Camille's eyes flickered constantly. Obviously, the matter of LeBlanc being located in Piltover wasn't in her intelligence network.
And watching the incoming illusion combo, Faen wasn't confused by the numbers. Janna's storm power spread in his perception, like countless invisible tentacles, instantly capturing every slightest disturbance in the air—the real fluctuation of magic energy, the abnormal surging of airflow, even the imperceptible energy phantoms of the illusions.
It was also at this instant that Faen raised his right arm, then clenched it suddenly. Like triggering some switch, LeBlanc suddenly pursed the corners of her mouth, lowering her head and bending over while slightly clamping her legs, her mind full of strange pain coming from her lower abdomen.