With a thud, Lucius hit the ground and stared at Heat Death in astonishment.
He had not failed to react in time. After all, Fabius's combat drug had enhanced him. The moment Heat Death swung his sword and severed both his arms, he had already reacted.
But by reacting, he had merely realized that he was finished.
Heat Death had effortlessly cut down Lucius, who specialized in swordsmanship, but both of them knew how complicated that process had been.
Lucius had attempted his usual probing attack, intending at least to gauge the melee strength and habits of the Iron Man before him.
Yet the instant he attacked, Heat Death analyzed his characteristics.
He analyzed the force, angle, dominant hand, and other details of Lucius's attack.
Then he compared the data against his database, ran deductions and calculations, and determined the moves Lucius might use next.
After completing the comparison, he calculated his own optimal attack—its force and angle—and selected the strike with the greatest chance of killing Lucius in a single blow.
If Qin Mo had known what kind of analysis Heat Death had performed, he would have thought it unnecessary.
Lucius's greatest strength was swordsmanship.
But... he was neither outstanding nor terrible.
A ruthless man nicknamed the "Western Sword Immortal" had slaughtered him time and again.
Lucius had survived until now not because he was particularly formidable, but because his resurrection ability was so absurdly powerful.
"My Iron Man saw you on the battlefield earlier. I didn't believe it. I thought you wouldn't work for Fabius."
"But you gave me a surprise."
Lucius's mutilated body floated up, passed by the Iron Man that had severed his limbs, and came before Qin Mo.
"I think Fabius deserves to die even more than you do," Lucius said through gritted teeth.
He