That Makes It-Come and Try

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Seeing Luo Zhen slowly walk over while clutching his blood-soaked chest, even the cold-hearted Cu Chulainn's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Although he certainly looked seriously wounded, Luo Zhen still radiated waves of frightening magical energy, proving that he was still a long way from death.

In other words...

"Did you block it?" Cu Chulainn said coldly. "My sure-kill strike?"

That was the only way to explain the current situation.

But...

"Block it?" Luo Zhen said with extreme sarcasm. "Your demonic spear follows a trajectory that is guaranteed to strike the heart. Once you release it, even if you kill its wielder, it'll still strike the enemy on its own. How could anyone block a strike like that?"

It was like the coat formed from Jinwu. With its power, blocking a strike from the demonic spear would have been easy. However, once the "result" of "striking the heart" had already been determined, the demonic spear would come streaking along a trajectory that could not be defended against, detected, or evaded. Even Jinwu would have been unable to react, and could only watch as the demonic spear slipped through a gap in the coat and struck Luo Zhen's heart.

Against Cu Chulainn's demonic spear, defense was meaningless. Even if one covered their entire body, the spear would definitely find a blind spot and strike the enemy's heart.

There were only two ways to avoid being instantly killed by such a Noble Phantasm.

One was to be like Berserker—capable of reviving even after having one's heart destroyed—or to be an enemy for whom having one's heart pierced simply did not matter. Such an opponent could counter the demonic spear.

The other was to possess enough good fortune to overturn the result, or extraordinary perception. One could either unconsciously evade the absolute sure-kill strike