The Real and the Illusory

Ning Zhuo could not help feeling a surge of delighted surprise.

"I actually ran into a Bronze Shield. Not bad luck at all."

He was well acquainted with the intelligence on the Mystic Armor Cave's Xingyun Minor Trial. He knew that Profound Soldier Armor almost always took the form of various weapons and arms. A shield like this was truly rare.

Of course, things rarer than shields also existed. Such as large weapons—ballista carts, battering rams, and the like.

Ning Zhuo then looked around and discovered that the battle environment had changed as well.

The previous three battles had all taken place in spherical areas, with open space and plenty of room to maneuver.

But now, the grand formation of Mystic Armor Cave had condensed into an alleyway, greatly reducing the room for movement. The Bronze Shield before Ning Zhuo directly occupied more than half the passage.

"From the fourth battle onward, every battle will have a specific environment."

The alley was deep as a throat. Moss crawled over the slick brick walls on both sides, and the end vanished into an inky darkness too thick to dissolve.

The Bronze Shield shifted from stillness to motion.

It attacked first. It was not a clumsy charge, but a rapid skim along the ground, sweeping straight at Ning Zhuo's lower body.

"So fast." Ning Zhuo's pupils contracted slightly.

The Bronze Shield was so fast that it left a bronze afterimage in Ning Zhuo's eyes.

Ning Zhuo retreated hurriedly.

As he backed away, the walls on either side seemed to squeeze inward, bringing even greater pressure upon him.

He could not open up the distance!

But Ning Zhuo had known from the very beginning of his retreat that he only needed to buy time and set his stance.

Saber in the left, sword