As Xu Ye watched the black-robed boy, crystalline flowers scattered through the air with a biting chill, leaving him with a feeling he could not put into words.
In this world, it seemed a single careless moment could get you killed or drag you into a conspiracy.
Whether ordinary people or Awakened, everyone would one day be swept up in something far more powerful than themselves, then die.
Just like now.
Had Xu Ye not been stronger than the average Sequence 9 novice, that last strike would already have killed him.
The instant their eyes met, Xu Ye dropped into a crouch.
Whoosh!
A razor-sharp slash of freezing blade energy tore through the night and shot into the distance, passing at precisely the height where Xu Ye's neck had just been.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Xu Ye rolled, flipped, leaped backward, and dropped flat, twisting his body at impossible angles as he nimbly evaded the relentless attacks.
Those frost-laden slashes collided violently with the bridge, the air, and the concrete, leaving marks visible to the naked eye.
Meanwhile, Xu Ye saw that thick frost had also coated the black-robed boy's blade. The boy wielded it with practiced ease, sending out increasingly heavy slashes of blade energy.
In the gap between two strikes, Xu Ye lunged forward like a starving wolf pouncing on prey. Keeping his body close to the bridge's surface, he wrapped the tentacles on his arms around the boy's ice spikes and launched himself forward like a rocket, reaching the boy's feet in an instant.
Every Sequence Talent needed to be developed.
He remembered that, in its later stages, [Ice Dirge] could make snowflakes collide to produce a mournful elegy, freezing an enemy's emotions first, then spreading from within to their blood vessels, flesh, bones, and skin.
Xu Ye