The Sealing Trap's control effect lasted five seconds.
For an assassination-type Sequence, five seconds was enough to do a great deal.
Luo Fan did not waste those five seconds.
He raised his hand, and the Wraith Short Sword appeared in his palm, its tip resting steadily against the guard's throat.
The cold touch made the guard stiffen all over.
He looked down at the short sword, then at Luo Fan, his eyes full of unwillingness to accept defeat.
"You lost," Luo Fan said calmly.
The guard opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
He had indeed lost.
Utterly and completely.
His sword was still suspended in midair, his body was still caught in the trap, and all his power had been sealed. He could not even move a finger.
Meanwhile, Luo Fan's sword was already at his throat.
If this had been a fight to the death, he would already be dead.
Five seconds passed, and the Sealing Trap's effect dissipated.
The guard regained his freedom and stepped back twice, his face flushed red.
His sword hand trembled slightly, not from fear, but from frustration.
He still had stronger abilities he had not had time to use.
He still had trump cards he had not played. He had lost before he even had time to get serious.
That feeling was worse than being defeated head-on.
"City Lord, I..." He turned toward the City Lord, wanting to say something.
The City Lord waved a hand, stopping him. "Zhi Zhou, a loss is a loss. If you were facing a Weird, would it give you time to prepare?"
The guard fell silent.
The City Lord continued, "That's how combat works. Black cat or white cat, a cat that catches mice is a good cat. Mr. Luo Fan defeated