Lu Ren still did not stop. He had already drawn the attention of soldiers from both sides; once he stopped and was surrounded, death would be his only path. He kept moving, breaking through again and again. With the agility of Falcon Fist and the boost from Emotionless Intent Sword, his high Agility made him incomparably nimble.
Even as he dodged weapons hacking at him from every direction, his high Agility, combined with the heightened mental faculties granted by Emotionless Intent Sword, greatly improved his reaction speed, allowing him to perform all manner of inconceivable movements.
Even so, in such a chaotic environment, Lu Ren, despite blocking most attacks, was still struck by blades.
What reassured Lu Ren was that this combat suit was truly reliable. The alloy plates embedded over its vital areas had saved his life time and again.
Once an injury slowed his movements, more than five weapons would certainly hack toward him the next instant.
Every moment was like dancing on a blade's edge.
One slight misstep, and he would lose his life, cut down by a storm of swords and sabers.
The twin swords in Lu Ren's hands moved like the wind. Whenever sword shadows rose, a soldier fell, while sword cries rang out without end.
At times, all that remained was mechanical slashing—cutting down the soldiers blocking his path, then breaking through, being stopped, cutting them down, and breaking through again.
At the very center, the power unleashed by several great generals from both sides as they fought was astonishing. Weapons collided with thunderous clangs of metal that split the heavens, while the force erupting around them raged so fiercely that it left a vast empty space.
His relentless slaughter also caught the attention of commanders from both sides. At once, a stubble-faced burly