The man's pupils contracted sharply at the fierce blade light bearing down on him. He had no time to pull his sword back to block.
At this critical moment, a glimmer appeared between his brows. The Spiritual Fire covering his body gathered in front of him at an unimaginable speed, just before the blade reached his face.
Looking at the tightly condensed violet-gold flames, Chen Chuan immediately sensed that even if this strike cut through the outer defense, the obstruction would rob it of enough force that it might not inflict much damage.
His opponent's timing was also excellent, coming precisely when the stroke was nearly spent. If Chen Chuan changed his attack now, the pause and redirection would only give the man time to react.
There was no need to change it, either. At the final instant before contact, he slightly altered how his mutated tissue exerted force. Rather than cutting, the blade slapped straight across the man's cheek!
Even though the Spiritual Fire protected the surface of his body from injury, the blow sent his entire body spinning through the air.
Yet even as he tumbled, he remembered to adjust his center of gravity, putting himself in a better position to meet the attacks that followed.
The blade light caught up from behind in an instant. The man now displayed the exceptional caliber of a Fighter. Not only had he properly adjusted his center of gravity, but his Spiritual Fire once again blocked the blade at just the right moment. It appeared almost at the very instant the edge touched his skin, leaving no opportunity to redirect the attack.
Chen Chuan kept his gaze fixed on him. Once again, he did not cut. He swung both arms, delivering another ferocious slap that sent the man flying like a