Boom!
An impact spread through the dense fog. Marcia, missing an arm, was blasted backward. Her body was covered in slashing wounds, and she rolled across the ground.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Merlos knelt on one knee, covering his mouth as he coughed repeatedly. Blood seeped between his fingers. His eyes fixed on Su Xiao were filled with disbelief. He found it hard to understand why the ally who had once cooperated with him was so powerful.
When they had been allies, Merlos had never had a direct feel for Su Xiao's strength. Now that they were enemies, he had experienced it firsthand: sharp, brutal, every slash aimed straight at a vital point.
The enemy was clearly not broad-built, yet he gave Merlos an unimaginable sense of oppression. Blood energy and killing intent, almost condensed into solid form, surged toward him head-on. His cheeks and eyeballs stung during the battle, but he could not afford the slightest distraction. If his attention wavered for even an instant, he would immediately lose his head.
The most troublesome part was that Merlos found no openings in his enemy. It seemed that before he could even launch an attack, the enemy had already sensed it. His trump card had been forced back by the enemy's blade six times in a row. His own bodily energy had driven pain into his chest, and he had nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Only five minutes after the battle began, Merlos and Marcia were already one half-crippled and the other half-dead.
"Don't even think... about getting past."
Merlos rose from the ground, one hand pressed against his chest and abdomen. There was a bloody hole there that his hand could not cover. Just now, Su Xiao had kicked him head-on, creating a cavity through his chest