After several dozen exchanges, Mo Li had noticed something off about the powerful demon before him. He seemed to be imitating Mo Li's martial arts. No, it should not be called imitation—it was replication.
So Mo Li guessed that this demon either possessed an exceptionally powerful ability to learn or the ability to copy other people's skills.
After realizing this, Mo Li continuously changed his attack methods, never repeating the same one twice. Didn't he want to learn? Mo Li would let him learn his fill.
With the inherited memories of the Martial God Morax, Mo Li lacked nothing but a shortage of techniques. Fist arts, palm arts, leg arts, movement arts, spear arts, and more—Mo Li knew hundreds of attack methods for every one of them. If he wanted to, he could keep fighting this demon, changing his attack style for three days and three nights without repeating himself.
The three women watching from the sidelines could not help but stare blankly at the current battle.
"Lady Velzard, why do I feel like Lord Guy has been getting beaten down by that lord?"
Raine very sensibly changed how she addressed Mo Li, from mysterious man and bastard to lord. There was no helping it—based on the strength he had displayed so far, one thrust of his spear could kill her.
Although Raine was not particularly strong, she was still one of the Seven Primordial Demons. Her combat experience might not compare to Guy's, but it was beyond that of ordinary people. Yet in her eyes, their great Lord Guy was being relentlessly suppressed by an unknown man, seemingly without even the strength to fight back.
Upon hearing Raine's words, Misari shot her a glare. Although she had seen it too, she simply refused to believe that Lord Guy could