The backup plan they had left before the battle failed to work. Instead, Lin Mo had killed two of Fok's companions in an instant. By now, Fok had completely lost his cool, with only one thought in his mind: kill Lin Mo.
Yet the more anxious he became, the deeper he fell into Lin Mo's rhythm, toyed with at Lin Mo's whim through the latter's advantage in speed.
The more Fok fought, the more frantic he became. The more frantic he became, the worse off he was. His armor had long since been battered to pieces, and defense had completely vanished from his mind.
The timing was about right...
After dodging the opponent's attack once more, Lin Mo deliberately exposed an opening. His movements slowed by a beat as he put on a somewhat panicked look and hurriedly raised his sword to block.
Fok took the bait as expected. His eyes lit up, and he put all his strength into using a skill against Lin Mo.
Lin Mo's constant dodging and maneuvering had left him feeling unbearably stifled, as though all his strength had nowhere to go. Now that he had finally caught an opportunity, he naturally would not let it slip away.
Yet in the next moment, a cold smile curled across Lin Mo's lips. He activated Toughness, drew the dagger from his waist with his left hand, and blocked the blow.
The solid recoil transmitted through his hand instantly brought Fok back to his senses. Only then did he remember that Lin Mo's strength was not weak at all.
But that realization had clearly come too late, because Lin Mo's Wolfbone Sword was already flying toward his face.
Cross Slash!
This time, the two blades landed squarely on his unarmored face, slicing his head into several pieces without