Lei Ting studied Chen Mo carefully.
That last strike was nothing much. What surprised him was that Chen Mo had known about his attack and had still reacted in time. He had thought Chen Mo's ability was that phasing ability, but now it seemed it was probably not that simple.
At their level, having multiple abilities was not particularly rare.
Still, Chen Mo's reaction speed just now had genuinely surprised him.
Now was not the time to marvel at Chen Mo's abilities. That book was right in front of him, and he had to obtain it at any cost.
His mech moved again. The longsword in his hand lit up as he thrust it toward Chen Mo.
Chen Mo showed no fear. He raised his hand and fired a shot, aiming straight at Lei Ting's chest.
Lei Ting did not slow down. Just as the spear was about to hit him, he twisted his body and barely evaded the Short Pulse Laser at its tip, skimming along the shaft as he closed in on Chen Mo.
Smack!
The moment the longsword approached Chen Mo, a dull impact rang out.
Chen Mo lashed out with a whip kick, striking the arm of Lei Ting's mech and knocking the incoming sword aside.
Lei Ting's body swayed slightly, and his expression changed. Only when he truly exchanged blows with Chen Mo did he realize Chen Mo was stronger than he had imagined. That reaction ability was absolutely no weaker than his own.
The spear in Chen Mo's hand swept back, its tip aimed directly at Lei Ting's waist. The motion did not pause at all, startling him. This attack gave him a faint sense of danger.
His heart immediately tightened. He was certain now that he had underestimated Chen Mo. Whether it was