Armor-Shredding Blade

Boom—

Lu Li brought his blade down. His dark violet eyes fixed on Valkyrie like those of a demon as the blade cleaved straight toward her fair neck.

Valkyrie's expression did not change. Her hands merely shifted deftly—one raised to block, the other striking the side of the Prison Demon Blade. It was a specialized unarmed technique for countering bladed weapons.

It could not only deflect an opponent's blade, but also attempt to seize it if they failed to control the force behind it properly.

Yet although Lu Li looked utterly crazed, his momentum as fierce as a Ghost God, his mind remained clear. His martial skill had already entered the Saint-Level realm. Inspiration struck, and his blade contained a subtle force, following her movement as he wished, swaying in the same direction as Valkyrie's palm.

Borrowing that force, Lu Li's blade shifted. Though it could not reach Valkyrie's neck, it slashed directly at her arm instead.

This time, even Valkyrie could not defuse the attack. She could only instinctively retreat, and at the critical moment, the blade's edge grazed her forearm.

In an instant, the black fabric on her forearm split apart, revealing snow-white skin as glistening droplets of blood sprang into the air.

Valkyrie was never one to suffer at a disadvantage. As she retreated, she drove a punch with her left arm into Lu Li's chest, caving in his entire ribcage.

Yet as Lu Li flew backward, the depression in his chest rebounded like a rubber ball and healed in an instant.

The two each retreated and steadied themselves. Neither immediately launched another attack, both observing the other's condition.

Feeling the injury on her arm, Valkyrie's beautiful eyes grew a touch more grave.

Though Lu Li's slash had only grazed her, the injury it caused was strange.