The two moved at incredible speed, their figures constantly crossing as their weapons sent sparks flying.
Fortunately, neither the metal mace nor Onimaru was an ordinary weapon, so both could withstand the force of their attacks.
Chen Mo was still very confident in Onimaru, which he had personally refined.
He blocked every attack, but Chen Mo clearly realized that he was a notch weaker. Whenever their weapons collided, he had to retreat repeatedly to disperse the force contained within the blows.
The man in the cloak pressed after him move after move, each one faster than the last, every strike aimed viciously at Chen Mo's head.
This forced Chen Mo to focus entirely on defending himself. He could not afford even the slightest distraction. One mistake in his defense, and the metal mace would smash his head apart.
The cloaked man was powerful, and his defense was equally formidable. That cloak was impervious to blades and seemed unaffected by fire.
Earlier, Chen Mo had lured him beside the fire pit and thrown a pile of burning wood onto him. Yet the cloaked man had simply wrapped the wood in his cloak and flung it aside. The firewood flew away, but the cloak remained entirely unharmed.
Occasionally, Onimaru managed to slash the cloak, but it did not even leave a mark. The cloak seemed to possess the properties of cloth, while actually being made of metal.
In fact, it was probably even sturdier than metal. Onimaru could easily chop through and slice ordinary metal. After Chen Mo had refined it a second time and added several materials, it had become exceptionally sharp.
As Chen Mo used Onimaru to block the metal mace's chops and smashes, he felt rather speechless. Damn it, this cloaked man really gave him nowhere to start.
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