Mr. 1's blade armor could indeed defend against Garen's sword, but it could not withstand Garen's ultimate skill, Demacian Justice.
That sword light, which pierced the heavens, completely engulfed the bald assassin's body. Passing through the layers of blades on the outside, it directly scorched Mr. 1's skin.
When the light finally faded, Mr. 1's bronze, bulging muscles looked as though they had been roasted over blazing coals. His skin had been burned into a horrifying blend of black and red.
"Ah—"
Even a tough man like Mr. 1 could not endure that searing pain, which covered his entire body and reached deep into his organs. At last, he cried out in agony.
Garen, meanwhile, carefully assessed the effects of his attack.
In the past, he had only used Demacian Justice against enemies far weaker than himself, and it had always inflicted devastating damage.
Over time, Garen had mistakenly come to regard this Greatsword technique as a one-hit kill.
But after using it on Mr. 1, an opponent whose strength was nearly equal to his own, Demacian Justice's damage was not as terrifying as he had imagined.
Although Mr. 1 had been struck by the unavoidable sword light until his flesh split open and his skin was scorched black, it had not damaged his foundation. The power of his blood and vitality remained vigorous.
That was also clear from his reaction.
After recovering from the intense pain, Mr. 1 immediately launched a storm-like counterattack against Garen, his offensive incomparably fierce.
But it was all futile.
Though he could still fight, Mr. 1 had suffered one heavy injury after another at Garen's hands.
With wounds on his body, pain, bleeding, and fatigue, how could Mr. 1 possibly fight a battle of attrition against Garen, who was always at full strength?
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