Adam desperately dodged the oncoming sword illusions while attempting counterattacks.
However, every time he thought he had targeted the real John, he was met with merely a mirage, the actual John having already shifted his position.
John had honed the illusion technique to perfection.
The Divine Blade danced gracefully like a jade butterfly, each strike impeccably precise, as if he had foreseen Adam's every move.
Adam continuously retreated, feeling ensnared within John's web of blades.
"Damn you and your tricks!" Adam shouted in frustration.
John's assaults were swift and unpredictable, reminiscent of lightning flashes.
His swordplay was impeccable, every strike seemingly unblockable.
Adam's protective barrier began to quiver as John's onslaught gradually breached his defenses, all while John retained a calm smile.
Finally, the shadow of John's sword pierced through Adam's barrier, striking him down.
