Actually, Chen Mo's saber skills were nothing special, but his strength, speed, and agility were simply too high. Anyone who fought him felt that he was incredibly powerful, his moves wildly unpredictable and overwhelmingly formidable.
Moreover, when strength could break through all techniques, any move before absolute power was a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.
That was why, when the long sword Ability User fought Chen Mo, the force carried by Chen Mo's saber knocked aside his longsword, leaving his guard wide open and allowing Chen Mo to slash him again, causing injury.
The long sword Ability User was seriously injured this time. That kick had already broken several of his ribs, and now he had been cut open so badly. How could a single word like pain possibly describe it?
He sucked in huge breaths and exhaled heavily, his face twisted by pain. Yet he slowly tightened his grip on the longsword again, staring at Chen Mo as he prepared to attack.
Chen Mo's gaze sharpened. He had not expected this fellow to possess such determination. It was admirable.
Thus, he said nothing more. His Spiritual Sense spread through the surroundings as his saber turned toward the long sword Ability User.
His eyes remained fixed on the greatsword Ability User, but his Spiritual Sense swept the area, trying to find the assassin. Yet he discovered that blood no longer seemed to be dripping. That was strange. Had the assassin noticed his own blood?
Chen Mo's guess was correct. After attacking Chen Mo twice, the injured assassin noticed that Chen Mo always predicted his position in advance. Upon reflecting, he realized that his wounded arm was still bleeding, and the blood had naturally exposed his location.
"F**K!" The injured assassin was instantly speechless at himself. If he had been more