When the gathered warrior monks saw this, though they still did not quite understand what was happening, they all prepared for battle as well—out of trust in Chen Ce. They believed Chen Ce's enemies were their enemies.
Besides, how many Noxians were good people?
The good Noxians were the ones who never appeared in Ionia.
And very clearly, the person before them was not one of them.
"You're going to attack me the moment I arrive?" LeBlanc put on another pitiful, fragile look. "There are so many of you, yet you want to lay hands on one weak woman?"
"Heh." Chen Ce let out a disdainful sound, and the spear in his hand thrust forward in an instant.
Unfortunately, all he stabbed was an afterimage.
By the time he reacted, LeBlanc had already appeared behind the paralyzed Ming.
And the two students who had been guarding Ming all along had already had their lives stolen by black magic.
"Monk of Shojin, your existence is getting in the way of me deepening my relationship with Mr. Chen Ce... so I'll have to trouble you to die."
A terrifying blast of black magic shot from her staff, flying straight toward the top of Ming's head.
Chen Ce's spear was already too late to reach over and block the attack.
Fortunately, at that critical instant, another, faster figure suddenly appeared.
"Iku—!"
Lee Sin charged in halfway through, relying on his powerful ancient martial arts to appear beside Ming as if teleporting, blocking that fatal blow for him.
But... he had blocked it with his body.
And LeBlanc's black magic was so powerful that no ordinary person could withstand it.
In just an instant, the left leg he had used to meet the black magic head-on streamed with blood, its bones fractured, and strange