"Astolfo, come on, stab me!"
In the courtyard, Mo Shuying called Astolfo over and had him take out his beloved lance to give him a poke.
Astolfo looked somewhat bewildered, but he still drew his lance and charged at Mo Shuying!
"Watch out!"
Astolfo's Noble Phantasm lance was called One Touch and Fall. As long as it touched an opponent, it could make them fall. If the target was a spirit body, everything below their legs would directly disperse. If they had a physical body, it would cut off the magical energy supply below their knees, temporarily robbing them of control over their legs.
This lance was not especially powerful. Even with a spearhead, it might not be able to stab someone to death. But it was formidable precisely because its effect was so overbearing!
Astolfo had assumed Mo Shuying would dodge, but he was wrong. His lance struck Mo Shuying squarely in the chest without encountering the slightest resistance! Then—
"Ding~"
A strange, crisp sound rang out. Green light flashed over Mo Shuying's body, and a lightbulb-shaped potion bottle popped out and fell to the ground. Mo Shuying, meanwhile, remained standing.
"What? Huh?"
Astolfo was a little dumbfounded. What was going on?
Mo Shuying nodded to himself. Sure enough, the skill he had just acquired could block these abnormal effects.
He also noticed that, without picking up the potion bottle, the passive skill had entered a full sixty-second cooldown. At the same time, despite being at full health, he had lost around seven percent of his HP.
"All right, Astolfo."
Mo Shuying pushed the lance away with one finger, took two steps, and stepped on the potion bottle. Yes, bodily contact was all that was needed. Mo Shuying was barefoot, so his feet worked too.
In an instant, his