Mo Li clutched his bloodied left shoulder and staggered back several steps.
Fortunately, his opponent didn’t seem interested in pressing the attack, giving him a moment to catch his breath.
“Ah… how frustrating, you’re completely unharmed.” Mo Li shook his head regretfully as he looked at Limdis, who stood not far away, unscathed except for her slightly disheveled clothes.
The earlier series of explosions hadn’t harmed her, and Mo Li quickly figured out why.
Spatial movement.
At the moment the explosion was triggered, Limdis used her bloodline power to shift her coordinates and used the black smoke from the explosion as cover to attack him.
Mo Li had miscalculated.
He thought that if Limdis’s mobility was disrupted, she wouldn’t be able to use her bloodline power.
It turned out that the activation of her bloodline power had nothing to do with her mobility being impaired.
“Why not continue the attack?” Mo Li asked, clutching his shoulder as he looked at Limdis, whose claws were stained with blood.
“Wouldn’t it be better to take the victory while I’m down?”
“There’s no need to continue fighting.” Limdis closed her eyes slightly.
“What I did was merely to show you the gap between us.
You cannot defeat me… surrendering is not shameful.”
“Surrender? Sorry, but surrender isn’t in my vocabulary.” Mo Li straightened up.
“If you want victory, you’ll have to completely defeat me.”
“Do we really have to go that far?”
“Of course, how can it be called a competition if you don’t give it your all?”
“You can no longer move.
Since that’s the case…” Limdis assumed a stance.
“Divine Fox, let the lost see clearly and recognize themselves.”
In an instant, Limdis appeared beside Mo Li without warning, her claws mercilessly slashing.
But the target wasn’t Mo Li.
When Mo Li opened his eyes, his two sleeve blades had already shattered into several pieces.
“Now, you have no weapons left.” Limdis sighed softly.
“The outcome is decided, surrender.”
“Really, if you had been ruthless, you would have won already.” Mo Li sighed as well, then reached into his cloak with his movable right arm and drew out a weapon.
A dazzling icy blade emerged, casting a frosty blue arc in a drawing slash.
“That is!…” Viscount Minster’s eyes widened as he stood up from his seat.
“What’s wrong, Father?”
“That boy’s cloak is a spatial cloak, and that blade…” Viscount Minster stared intently at the dazzling, seemingly pure ice-forged blade in Mo Li’s hand.
With his experience, this ice blade was no ordinary weapon.
The power it just displayed was at least of the Yellow Rank or higher.
A spatial cloak and that ice blade—how could a poor street kid have so many divine weapons? No, there must be something fishy here.
Viscount Minster, the old fox, narrowed his eyes.
“What?…” Limdis’s eyes widened.
She was pushed back several meters by the aggressive cold, and when she steadied herself, she found her claws covered in a layer of ice.
“The earlier attacks were just appetizers.” Mo Li held the blade in one hand.
“I didn’t want to reveal it, but I had no choice.”
After all, revealing this blade to the public would cause a lot of trouble.
As the saying goes, a man without sin is guilty of possessing a treasure.
“What is that blade of yours forged from?”
With the appearance of the blade, the temperature of the entire arena noticeably dropped.
It was clearly the warmest time of noon, yet the sun in the sky seemed fake.
Though it was the height of a hot autumn, it felt like being in a world of ice and snow.
Limdis instinctively felt a threat from the blade, something she had never experienced before.
“Surrendering now can avoid unnecessary injuries.
Weigh the pros and cons.”
The power released by a quasi-epic level divine weapon was no joke.
“Is that icy blade your reliance?”
Seeing that the opponent had no intention of giving up, Mo Li didn’t continue to persuade.
He shook the icy blade in his hand, sending out a ripple of frost.
An assassin only needs to use their tools correctly and flexibly.
Limdis shook off the ice on her claws and assumed an offensive stance while using spatial movement.
This feint was enough to catch many off guard, but Mo Li decisively turned around.
“Clang!” The ice blade and sharp claws collided.
“Using the same move too many times won’t work, Limdis.”
The swirling frost on the surface of the icy blade spread along Limdis’s fingertips, freezing her fingers.
The burning pain of frostbite spread like fire ants gnawing at a wound.
Limdis let out a soft grunt.
“If you keep fighting, your hands will be ruined.”
In terms of striking speed, Limdis, with her dual weapons and greater strength, had the absolute advantage.
However, this was all based on a normal match.
With her fingers covered in ice and her meridians frozen, Limdis’s attack speed greatly decreased, and even raising her hand was becoming a luxury.
Realizing that going head-to-head with Mo Li was suicidal, Limdis quickly used spatial movement to escape before her claws could connect with Mo Li’s blade.
After landing, she rolled several times to barely shake off the ice clinging to her, but her hands were numb from prolonged contact with the ice blade, her skin turning blue and purple.
After Mo Li drew the icy blade, the roles of offense and defense completely reversed.
Mo Li became the one aggressively pursuing, while Limdis, unable to get close, retreated while dodging.
The shift in the arena’s dynamics left all the spectators wide-eyed, with exclamations of surprise echoing throughout.
No matter how you looked at it, she was a bloodline user, yet she was being chased and beaten like this… Everyone had expected this to be a one-sided match where a bloodline user crushed an ordinary person, but the outcome defied all expectations.
If it weren’t for Limdis’s racial talent, her agility, and her speed, she might have already lost by now.
However, Mo Li wasn’t the type to stubbornly chase after someone he couldn’t catch.
As an assassin, he remained absolutely calm, constantly analyzing the situation.
As Limdis used her bloodline power more frequently, Mo Li gradually noticed some patterns.
Limdis couldn’t use spatial movement continuously in a short period; there was a significant cooldown time.
Additionally, the distance was limited, and she didn’t seem very familiar with this bloodline ability, often freezing for less than half a second upon teleporting.
Although her bloodline was a spatial ability, Limdis was far inferior to the fox clan’s saintess, who could trap people in independent spaces and hammer them.
Unlike the little kitty in front of him, who was merely blessed and could only perform simple short-distance spatial movements.
No matter how much Limdis ran, it was futile.
Her energy would gradually deplete until she could no longer use spatial movement.
Anticipating Limdis’s landing point, Mo Li threw a flying knife first, executing a move called “Flying Blades Like Locusts.”
