Yu Lian had spoken telepathically, but it didn't seem to have affected his opponent. He couldn't tell whether she'd blocked him out or simply dismissed his words as tactical trash talk.
Then again, he could treat the news that his doppelganger and battleship had just been sunk as trash talk. Of course, his opponent could do the same.
After all, she was a high-ranking general from a citizen family, as well as a powerful psychic. Whatever else could be said about her, there was no question that her will was unshakable.
"...You can shape an Immortal Shield into a barehanded blade catcher? Wouldn't a normal person make a row of animated shields? You're just humiliating me, aren't you?" Yu Lian couldn't help saying.
Duchess Geribian felt she was being unfairly accused.
She genuinely didn't think she had any time to spare for humiliating her enemy. She'd only tried that because she wanted to make up for her disadvantage in a direct fight with technique. If she could shape a shield wall into a fist, wouldn't that let her attack and defend at once?
At that moment, General Misaro seemed to respond as if they shared a tacit understanding. He simply dropped a spear of light. His iron fist passed through the transparent hand as if through empty air.
Then, dazzling arcs of lightning danced across his knuckles, and the blood mist seemed to flare up again.
This time, the force field formed a deadly vortex that burst directly from his fist. It was more concentrated, more concealed, and even more lethal.
Yu Lian had to admit that the enemy's new master-level support was putting him under tremendous pressure. Fortunately, as a psychic who'd seen countless battles, he'd been surrounded and beaten up plenty of times, both in the world line