Whether in war or a duel between individuals.
Information and intelligence were always important and carried considerable weight. "Knowing" was an advantage, allowing one to take precautions against an enemy's methods of attack.
When Zhao Si first encountered the Godskin Noble in the original game, he could not even remember how many times this fellow had killed him.
Fat as he was, he was remarkably agile-a nimble fat man. His swordsmanship was also exceptional, emphasizing speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. The thrusting sword in his hand suited his build perfectly, much like an ordinary person wielding a thrusting sword. But in an ordinary person's hands, that same sword would have looked like a greatsword.
Just imagine how absurd that was: a thrusting sword like a two-handed greatsword, as tall as a person when stood on the ground.
He had not even used Black Flame in his fight with Bernahl just now. Besides his superb, lightning-fast swordsmanship, he also had Black Flame as his specialty.
He had not needed Black Flame against Bernahl. Bernahl had suffered because he was not wearing armor and had yet to get a handle on the Godskin Noble. The Godskin Noble's unusual anatomy had caught Bernahl out. Taking [Noble Presence] to the face at close range could hardly end well.
Fortunately, he had not taken Black Flame to the face, or no one could have saved him.
"Oh, you're that little rat from a foreign land, aren't you?" The Godskin Noble first confirmed that Bernahl could no longer fight, then made sure that enough distance separated him from Zhao Si that Zhao Si could not close in quickly. Only then could he converse with Zhao Si at ease and expose his back to Bernahl.
Zhao Si smiled. "Looking for me?"
"Of course." The Godskin Noble was still