Because the efficiency was too low.
If he killed Maupassant this way, he would probably have to fight until next year before he could finish Maupassant off completely. By then, the daylilies would have gone cold.
He was merely restricting Maupassant's movements. Maupassant's attacks came as wild and unrestrained as heavenly steeds soaring through the skies, and he could not defend against every one of them perfectly. During their recent exchange, his Blood Shield had lost quite a bit of health, while Maupassant remained utterly unscathed.
So he could not continue allowing Maupassant to expand his advantage.
In fact, even if Maupassant was turned into ice, he could still control it. But once it was broken down into atoms, he could no longer control it. So Maupassant truly had been restrained.
His hand transformed into a blade, and from this point on, he simply stopped using ambush tactics.
Tidal Blade!
This was a unique blade intent he had comprehended over countless years.
The most distinctive aspect of the Tidal Blade was that every slash was stronger than the last, continuously stacking like ocean waves. Once it accumulated to a certain degree, it could even evolve into the Raging Waves Slash. Further stacking would produce the Tsunami Slash, followed by the Star-Extinguishing Slash, Lesser Momentum Slash, and Grand Momentum Slash.
It was a blade art that theoretically had no limit.
Zhou Sen controlled the gale force, using the wind as blades to clash against Maupassant's Tidal Blade, so he felt it most deeply. Every slash was becoming stronger, every slash increasingly difficult to withstand.
"Is this your trump card?"
Zhou Sen glanced at Maupassant, who was completely focused and had entered a state where self and world were forgotten, and could not help but wonder inwardly.
There was no avoiding it,