Faster speed.
Greater strength.
More ruthless slashes.
But something felt...a bit off.
Angelina still maintained a relentless barrage of slashes, seeming to have the upper hand in the eyes of onlookers, yet she sensed...a lack of harmony.
This man had not been dragged into her combat rhythm.
And as if to confirm her suspicion, Xi Mu launched a counterattack, no longer solely defending.
Instead, he chose to attack.
"Clang!" As if anticipating her next move, he interrupted Angelina's incoming blow and immediately forced her back with his following sword thrust.
What happened?
Angelina was momentarily stunned, but the techniques ingrained in her body instinctively helped her block Ahtal's oncoming sword.
She was...losing.
After shifting from the aggressor to the defender, she instantly realized it—she was being read by this man.
If she were a book, then this man was the reader who had perused her from cover to cover countless times, fully understanding her essence.
