It had done more than knock her dagger aside.
The force traveled through the dagger into her arm, jarring half her body numb.
"How is that possible?!"
Ryu closed one eye in pain, inwardly aghast.
Haimo had timed everything perfectly.
Before she could adjust her stance.
The silver spear seemed to come alive in an instant.
The long shaft, which should have been unwieldy in such cramped surroundings, moved as nimbly as a snake in Haimo's hands.
There was no need for broad, sweeping swings.
Just a few flicks of his wrist.
The shaft, the spearhead, even the butt.
Every part became a lethal weapon.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang!!
A rapid succession of metallic clashes rang through the alley.
The speed Ryu took such pride in had become utterly useless.
No matter what angle she attacked from.
No matter how she used the terrain to change direction.
The spear always appeared a step ahead in her path, effortlessly neutralizing her attacks.
It was like an impenetrable wall of lamentation.
It inspired despair.
Is this... a god's martial skill?
The longer Ryu fought, the more alarmed she became.
In terms of technique.
The gap between them was practically on the scale of different dimensions.
She was desperately running, calculating, and changing her moves.
Her opponent, by contrast, seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll, without even shifting his feet an inch.
It was like an adult toying with a child who had only just learned to walk.
"I don't believe it!"
Ryu gritted her teeth, her elven stubbornness erupting in full.
Her speed abruptly surged once again.
She became a blur, whipping up a storm within the narrow space.
Once again.
She seized a momentary opening as Haimo drew breath.
Her daggers crossed.
Straight for his center!
There was no