The radiance woven from dark-blue light and purple starlight gradually faded, once more revealing two figures.
In merely a few blinks, Chen Rui and Abaddon had exchanged several lightning-fast rounds. There were no particularly grand moves or overwhelming displays of power, yet the cracks in both their armors had widened considerably, and some wounds faintly seeped crimson blood. The danger of their clash was evident—one moment of carelessness could bring a fatal blow.
After that brief probing exchange, both had gained a measure of understanding of one another. Abaddon's attacks were bizarre, treacherous, and venomous, while Chen Rui's were plain and concise. Their styles stood in stark contrast, yet both felt the discomfort of being restrained by the other.
"You're more difficult to deal with than I imagined." As Abaddon spoke, six pairs of dark-blue wings slowly unfurled. The nails on his ten fingers were like sharp daggers, crossed before his chest. Though he was speaking, his gaze remained locked onto his opponent without the slightest relaxation.
"Likewise." Chen Rui also stared intently at Abaddon, searching for the next opportunity to strike.
Race: Fallen Angel Overall Combat Rating: SSSS+ Physique: SSSS+, Strength: SSSS+, Spirit: SSSS+, Speed: SSSS. Attributes: Eye of the Soul, Plague, Destruction, Ruin, Death Summoning. Threat Level: High.
Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on Abaddon's face, and specks of fluorescent light began to glow within his dark-blue pupils.
In Chen Rui's eyes, Abaddon's figure gradually blurred, seeming to split into several figures. Yet when he looked closely, there was still only one.
"The warm-up is more or less over. The real show is only beginning now." Amid Abaddon's sinister chuckle, his figure once again multiplied in Chen Rui's blurred vision—far more than before.
This time, even Chen Rui's soul seemed to waver along with the "blur."