Regardless of Count Willie's true identity, his rumored skill didn't seem to be fake. Faced with such a close-range thrust, he still dodged it without incident at an almost impossible angle. Only a lock of hair over his forehead was burned to ash by the plasma blade's heat, which even made Hao Ren pause in surprise.
But the surprise lasted only an instant. Hao Ren's assault didn't slow at all. As Willie dodged, he had already twisted the spear around and thrust it at the man before him from another angle.
"You're pretty sly," Hao Ren said as he attacked, still finding the leisure to speak. "You deliberately stood so close to me just now while saying all that, actually intending to distract me so that the old man over there could launch a sneak attack, right? Tsk, tsk. Your plan worked pretty well."
The scorching plasma blade tore through the air, leaving a distorted trail behind it. Wherever it passed, furniture shattered, the floor caught fire, and precious gold and silver tableware and porcelain softened and flowed like beeswax in the flames. Willie broke into a cold sweat at the power of this "ancient weapon." Several colors of magical radiance shimmered over his body. His precious protective equipment activated automatically after merely being grazed by the plasma's residual force. It was precisely because of these magical items that the Lord Count had remained largely unharmed until now.
However, his situation had not improved much. Hao Ren's attacks were highly practiced and ruthless. No matter how the count dodged, he could not escape the spear's range. His fine clothes were already damaged in several places, while his men nearby could only stand hesitantly with their weapons raised, afraid of accidentally hitting him and utterly unsure how to intervene.
This predicament