That was the inscrutability of fate. Sometimes, for example, taking someone's advice didn't necessarily mean you'd get a full meal.
They could only be glad the officers had taken shelter in another building.
The crushing mass hurtled forward and slammed into Simon's broadblade, which burned with leaden flames, almost instantly.
Clearly, Simon wasn't completely unprepared. He was also a seasoned fighter.
Though his seasoned tactics had already come to nothing twice.
Pfft!
Fortunately, this time was different.
As the blade in Simon's hand clashed with the unstoppable attacker, thick, almost-purple liquid gushed out like a burst dam, raining down on the building behind him.
That was another example of fate's inscrutability. The intact building across the road hadn't been chosen as the place to appear, but it had still dodged the first day only to meet the fifteenth.
Of course, though Fu Qian could clearly sense that the purple blood was no ordinary thing, it wasn't powerful enough to destroy a whole building. He meant Simon, who had flown out along with the blood.
Simon had successfully stopped the opponent's relentless charge, but he'd paid a price for it.
Like a baseball struck by a full-force hit, his body spun through the air and slammed into a dark-brown wooden wall.
The building, far more roughly built than those in Lairding, shuddered and nearly collapsed on the spot.
That didn't mean his opponent had fared any better.
The ball, which stood twice the height of a person, was like paper beneath the leaden-flame-burning broadsword. A wound nearly a meter long had been carved into it.
Inside the wound, Fu Qian could make out several distinct things—fingers, knees, spines, even hair.
This didn't surprise Fu Qian much. He'd already had a good look at the patterns on the ball's surface.
It looked