"Eh, I didn't..."
Ji Xiaoge subconsciously responded after hearing Darien's call of "little brother," then realized that Darien was talking to Motan and not calling her own name. She quickly swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue.
The next moment, Darien's unsharpened wooden greatsword in his hand suddenly turned into a phantom, drawing trails of false images in the air and overwhelming Motan in their coverage.
[Feint, feint, feint, feint... here!]
Motan tightly gripped the corona greatsword in his hand, ignored the broad swaths of sword light Darien had thrown from all directions, and in a certain moment, he swiftly turned his body sideways, holding the greatsword in reverse and quickly blocking to his left. Then, he staggered heavily as he precisely judged the opponent's only true strike hidden behind countless illusions and barely managed to block it.
