The sharp whistle of a blade tearing through the air exploded beside Huo Yuhao's ear. He turned and spun aside, but the edge grazed his shoulder, leaving a shallow line of blood.
Huo Yuhao slowly breathed out. The dull ache in his chest had yet to fade.
After countless deaths and rebirths, he had learned the rules of this illusion: his injuries were real, and whenever he was killed, he immediately reset in the Blood Wasteland. The price was another layer of pain added to all that had come before.
He had no chance if he met his enemy head-on!
His only advantage was that he could come back to life without limit.
"Dodging alone won't work. I've died so many times already. I can't keep cowering now."
Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
A barefoot man had no reason to fear someone wearing shoes. He could afford to die. Better to gamble than keep this up until he fell apart completely and became a walking corpse.
The sword cleaved toward him again. Huo Yuhao neither dodged nor retreated. He turned and stepped into the blade, letting its cold edge cut across his waist. As blood sprayed out, he pressed himself against the armored figure, clamped his left hand around the wrist holding the sword, then slid his right hand down the blade, seized the hilt, and wrenched it hard!
Squelch—
The searing pain of a blade piercing his chest and abdomen swept through him, but his grip did not weaken.
With a piercing scrape of metal, he tore the sword from the armored figure's hand!
Huo Yuhao staggered back two steps. Gripping the bloodstained sword, he drove it into the gap in the armored figure's faceplate.
The figure froze. Its armor shattered piece