Zhao Si had worked hard to make up for his lack of strength.
Just getting used to the greatsword's weight while also performing Flowing Swordsmanship was enough to make his body scream. Even so, he insisted on mastering it and refused to let Helena heal him. A body that healed itself through pain could become tougher than before, and he had also discovered that [Black Flame Protection] greatly increased what his body could withstand.
That allowed him to fulfill his grand ambition of performing Flowing Swordsmanship with a greatsword a little sooner.
Now Zhao Si stuffed a Glintstone Bullet into his mouth and clenched it between his teeth. Gripping the hilt with both hands, he lowered his body into a lunge, holding the Knight's Greatsword to his right in preparation for a charged slash, every muscle taut. He drew air desperately through his nose, adjusting his condition for the hard fight ahead.
Thud.
The Godskin Noble's large hand appeared at the edge of the lift shaft. Then, with a swish, his fat body sprang out of the shaft, looking like a white blur.
Zhao Si had angered him. He was truly furious. The Godskin Noble, a hunter, had actually fallen into his prey's trap. It was outrageous.
It was not really his fault. Earlier, Zhao Si had tapped the floor with his toe to hide Ghostflame beneath it, then activated it when the Godskin Noble attacked. Like a land mine, the Ghostflame sent the floor tiles flying. The point was to interrupt the Godskin Noble's attack, trip him up, then use the moving tiles to dump him into the lift shaft before he could react.
If the Godskin Noble had simply fallen to his death, that would have been ideal. Unfortunately, that fantasy was not going to come true, and