Revealed Mystic Eyes of Death Perception

"Clang—!"

The blades were clashing.

In the hall, which resembled a royal court, daggers and longswords, which gleamed with silver light, clashed heavily, sending sparks flying through the air.

It was an exceptionally dazzling Matoba.

However, beneath this dazzling Matoba lies a deadly threat that cannot be ignored.

"Call----!"

At this moment, Fang Li's figure had completely transformed into a gust of wind, flashing around Sherlock as if he had shifted his form.

The Ice-Blue Demon Eyes stared intently at the famous detective wielding the Knight Sword.

The dagger in his hand gleamed with a deadly cold light.

Fang Li flew back and forth around Sherlock at an astonishing speed, his dagger slashing forward like a storm, causing flashes of light to appear all around Sherlock.

"Clang clang clang clang clang—!"

A fierce exchange of blows resounded.

Faced with the storm of slashes coming from all directions, Sherlock neither dodged nor evaded, but simply swung his longsword with minimal movement, his body constantly turning with Fang Li, as if dancing, to receive each incoming slash.

If Fang Li is a gale, then Sherlock is a breeze.

Even though he seemed to be at a disadvantage, Sherlock managed to deflect all the attacks coming from all directions, creating a beautiful spectacle of sparks and clanging sounds all around him.

Under these circumstances, Sherlock maintained a faint smile.

In contrast, Fang Li, though launching attacks on Sherlock with the force of a raging storm, found his expression growing increasingly grave.

"This guy..."

As the battle progressed, Fang Li became increasingly alarmed.

Because the intense battle unfolding before our eyes, with its flashing swords and clashing blades, is simply not scientifically possible.

With the power of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, Fang Li can clearly see the Death Lines of objects.

Fang Li could clearly see not only Sherlock's Death Lines, but also the Death Lines of the weapon in Sherlock's hand.

Therefore, at the very beginning of the battle, after Sherlock raised his longsword, Fang Li repeatedly tried to kill him with that sword.

However, all of them ended in failure.

This is what alarmed Fang Li.

Admittedly, aiming at the Death Lines of a sword is more difficult than targeting a larger human body.

Just like when facing Kurusu Kunoichi, the sword's Death Lines is not only quite thin, but also requires a great deal of skill from the attacker to hit it accurately when swung at high speed. It is not so easy to make a cut.

However, Fang Li is no longer the fledgling Main God Envoy he once was.

Now, Fang Li has mastered the Seven Nights Assassination Technique, making great progress in his skills. Coupled with his agility, which is far more unfair than that of a typical Fifth Level being, it is no longer difficult for him to hit a weapon that is being swung at an extremely fast speed.

However, Fang Li has lost count of how many times he has swung his sword in the battle, yet he has not managed to hit the Death Lines of Sherlock's weapon even once.

As if sensing Fang Li's scheming, Sherlock swung his Fang Li's slash but also caused the Death Lines to deviate from Fang Li's target by a slight margin.

This is simply unbelievable.

Just as this thought flashed through Fang Li's mind, Sherlock's ambiguous voice rang out once again.

"It's not an unbelievable thing at all."

"————!"

The words, as if they could see right through Fang Li's thoughts, made Fang Li's heart tighten.

Sherlock, on the other hand, continued to spin in place as if dancing, deflecting Fang Li's slashes while speaking leisurely.

"If my reasoning is correct, you should possess some kind of very special ability. I don't know what that ability is in reality, but it should be an ability that requires a hit to take effect."

Fang Li's pair of Ice-Blue Demon Eyes trembled slightly, and the slash in his hand slowed down a little.

Sensing that Fang Li's attacks had slowed down, Sherlock laughed and said, "Don't ask me how I know; it's something that's easy to deduce."

"After all, from the very beginning, your gaze has been very blatant, always focused on the areas that need to be attacked, while paying no attention to the rest. So, I naturally wondered why you were so determined to attack those areas. Combined with your previous behavior, it's easy to deduce this."

Sherlock was already blind, so naturally he became extremely sensitive to the gaze of others.

"Furthermore, from the fact that you're staring intently at the point of attack, I can deduce that your ability is definitely related to your eyes," Sherlock said with absolute certainty.

With that, Sherlock suddenly exerted his strength, switching from defense to offense. In a quick movement, his longsword thrust out.

"Clang—!"

With what seemed like the umpteenth clash, Sherlock's thrust was blocked by Fang Li.

However, Sherlock was relentless, his longsword flashing as he unleashed a series of thrusting attacks that resembled the aurora borealis.

The speed of that thrust was not only extremely fast, but its trajectory was also extremely tricky.

Fang Li was familiar with the deeds of Sherlock Holmes, knew that this was Western swordsmanship.

According to the book, Sherlock was not only a sharpshooter with a pistol, but also an expert in hand-to-hand combat and fencing.

As the storm of thrusts continued to hurtle towards him, Fang Li's expression tightened slightly, but his figure dodged frequently like a mirage.

However, every Fang Li dodged a thrust, the next thrust would rush towards him with even greater ferocity and speed.

"Didn't I tell you already? I can sense your location even just by the movement of air?"

With effortless ease, Sherlock unleashed another lightning-fast thrust, sending the sword tip hurtling towards Fang Li like a laser beam.

"Clang—!"

Fang Li finally raised his dagger and parried the attacking thrust when there was no way to avoid it.

"Whoosh—!"

However, the next moment, an even more cunning thrust tore through the air and struck Fang Li's chest.

"Tear—!"

A tearing sound rang out.

That was the sound of Fang Li's clothes being pierced.

At the critical moment, Fang Li managed to sidestep the attack, dodging the incoming strike but having his clothes pierced in front of him.

"Bilibili..."

But then, Sherlock's entire body crackled with electricity.

"Biri Biri ————!"

With a crackling sound of electricity striking, a powerful bolt of lightning erupted from Sherlock's body.