After thinking through all the problems, Liu Zhi understood how to deal with this Lef.
Liu Zhi shouted, "Stand down. I'll handle him. Just stay behind me."
The Corpse Soul Naga, who was fighting Lef, immediately retreated behind Liu Zhi when she heard him. She didn't even care that Lef was in the middle of unleashing a powerful move.
Liu Zhi stepped forward to face Lef. As he attacked, he taunted him, "Stop pretending. You came up with all those tricks, didn't you? You can only make them appear in other people's minds. The more they believe in them, the more powerful they become. But the moment they stop believing, you're just a weakling."
As he spoke, Liu Zhi's longsword kept slashing toward Lef. He was using Sailor's Basic Swordsmanship. It had no flashy moves, but he had more than ten years of experience with it. He focused all his attention on the fight, and before long, he felt that Lef's strength was nearly equal to his own.
Meanwhile, Lef's powerful move was still in preparation, with no apparent progress.
Liu Zhi didn't even bother with it. He didn't try to dodge according to the mural or anything like that. Instead, he simply charged straight in.
This reckless swordsman's approach had the opposite effect: everything Lef had prepared became useless.
Lef grew weaker and weaker as they fought. Several times, he tried to escape into the white mist, but Liu Zhi stopped him with his nimble footwork.
Liu Zhi also noticed something strange about the white mist, which was made of water vapor.
After being fooled once by Lef, Liu Zhi hesitated whenever an idea came to mind, carefully weighing it in his head.
If he couldn't be sure, he would rather act as though he hadn't noticed anything and