The contingencies he'd arranged before the battle had failed. Instead, Lin Mo had killed two of his companions in an instant. Fuke had completely lost his cool, his only thought now to kill Lin Mo.
However, the more desperate he grew, the more he fell into Lin Mo's rhythm. Using his superior speed, Lin Mo played him like a fiddle.
Fuke fought with increasing desperation, and the more desperate he got, the more he suffered for it. His Armor was already in tatters, and all thoughts of defense had vanished from his mind.
'The time is about right...'
After dodging another attack, Lin Mo intentionally created an opening. He slowed his movements by a beat, feigned a look of panic, and hastily raised his Sword to block.
Fuke fell for it as expected. His eyes lit up as he mustered all his strength, unleashing a Skill as he charged at Lin Mo.
