Chapter 820

Chapter 58 I Recognize You

Gnashing sounds—

Intense arcs of light filled with sparks instantly flooded my vision. I suddenly looked up, unable to hold back squinting as several distorted lightning bolts swept past my face.

In the astonishing light, the female swordsman also lifted her head, her eyes filled with ferocious and vicious intent. Unmelted frost was falling from her hair. In the blink of an eye, I saw that the rampant lightning was being released from the long sword tightly gripped in her right hand. The blade was as bright as a lamp, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Damn.

The next second, the woman’s wrist suddenly flipped, and two sharp metallic sounds echoed. A thunderous bolt of lightning slashed towards the ice spears around us, which were gradually melting, with overwhelming power. The two light trails were so fast that they were almost invisible to the naked eye. The dozen or so chunks of ice that had held her body shattered in an instant.

Crackling and splashing, more lightning arcs flew out in all directions. The aggressive lightning seemed to want to illuminate the entire night. I wanted to take a step back using Moon Step, but suddenly felt a numbness throughout my body. My limbs stiffened abruptly, as if my soul had detached from my body, floating in the roaring and rampaging pool of lightning. For a moment, I lost consciousness.

Clattering—

All I could hear were countless pieces of ice being thrown up and falling somewhere unknown. My vision became blurry, and the lightning seemed to be tearing my body apart. There was a faint smell of burning in my nose.

This process felt very slow, but it only took less than two seconds. Faintly, the female swordsman broke free, her body landing on a cross-section of an ice spear. She then bent her knees and leaped, a blade wrapped in shocking lightning cutting through the air in a half-circle, slashing down towards my head!

Come on, murky sludge.

Buzzing buzz—

The moment the blade came down, it seemed like a huge buzzing sound filled my ears. The female swordsman’s full-power strike hit my head as if she were striking an unbreakable steel rock. Countless lightning surged and roared, yet the blade couldn’t advance even an inch, not even giving me the slightest feeling of being hit.

Gulping, gulping—

A large amount of black sludge flowed down from my forehead, solidifying in the next moment to form an irregular, yet impenetrable protective armor that covered my entire head and most of my face. The black sludge blocked the view through the hole on the left side of my mask, leaving only my right eye exposed, staring intently at the woman who was quickly falling to the ground in front of me.

“0 Ning”

My vision cleared and the numbness was fading. Not bad, shorty.

It seemed that the last blow had shaken the female swordsman quite hard. After landing hastily, she stumbled backward several steps, nearly losing her balance. She staggered like someone drunk, but her reaction speed was still astonishing. At the moment her long sword flew out of her hand, she turned around and caught the hilt of the sword that had flown behind her with her left hand.

But this turn revealed a fatal flaw in her already unsteady stance. Moon Step—

Zzz!

Dust rose underfoot, disappearing in the flashing current. The scene of grass debris decomposing suddenly opened before my eyes. In the next instant, I appeared in front of the female swordsman, extending my right hand to grab her neck and slamming her violently to the ground—

Bang!

Cough—

With a muffled sound, I slammed the entire back of the female swordsman onto the soft soil. The moment her head hit the ground, she flushed red, coughing up blood forcefully. Then, like convulsions, her hands and legs stretched out straight. The long sword flew a few steps away, and the woman’s body immediately tensed. The lightning wrapping around the blade and her body instantly dissipated, the light fading, as if the entire world had suddenly dimmed.

I then let go of her, straightening my waist. Sizzling sizzling—

A shrill sound like steam emerged from my neck and chest, from the right hand.

Pain surged from multiple parts of my body. Thin wisps of black smoke rose before my eyes. I looked at the arm I had thrust into the lightning and saw that half of my sleeve was now torn to shreds, filled with charred holes. Even my cloak was tattered and ragged, but the burns on my arm were healing rapidly, the ugly wounds mending visibly under the flowing red glow on my skin.

Sighing deeply, I thought to myself, another set of clothes and a cloak ruined.

Just as I was about to speak, the female swordsman, who should have been temporarily incapacitated due to her head injury, suddenly grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it at my face.

“Mm!”

Instinctively, I closed my mouth, only to realize why I was afraid even though I was wearing a mask. The dirt poured all over my head and face, some small pieces falling down my collar. Although it didn’t do much, it made me involuntarily step back.

The next second, the woman’s body was surrounded by lightning once more. With a loud boom, intense electric arcs crackled around her. The small figure seemed to be drawn upward as if by a magnet, rising from the ground without any support.

“Aaaaaaaaah!!!”

With a fierce roar, blood spattered from her mouth. The violent lightning gathered in her right fist, causing half of her body to emit a dazzling blue light. That punch, accompanied by a gust of wind and a thunderous roar that seemed to pierce my eardrums, came crashing towards me.

At the same time, I raised my right hand like lightning and slammed it down on the top of her head!

“Ugh…”

This palm strike hit her directly on the crown of her head. I heard a strange cry, like a pained whimper of a small animal, as she fell face-first to the ground. Her forehead hit the ground with a dull thud, and she lay there, face buried in the dirt, motionless once again.

But I wouldn’t let my guard down.

This little one has quite a high pain tolerance.

And her fighting style is really not refined. She actually used the tactic of throwing mud, like a street thug! Why didn’t you pull hair or poke eyes?

Well, I’ve done that too. Forget it.

In short, she seems to be an untrained fighter. Her sword techniques and steps were brutal but lacked system. It was almost like street brawling.

But one can’t deny that sometimes those unpredictable tactics are more effective in actual combat. Could this woman be one of the Church’s knights?

She’s strong enough.

But she’s not wearing the cloak with the pale gold iris.

“Hey.”

Black Smoke Zone 3, the mud wrapped around my head and face slowly seeped back into my body. I tilted my head for a moment, then kicked her side with my foot.

“Eh…”

This kick wasn’t particularly powerful, but it still sent the woman flying several meters into the air. She let out increasingly painful groans as she rolled to the ground, ending up sprawled on her back. Her teeth were clenched, her chest heaving, her face so dirty with mud that it was hard to recognize her. But those bloodshot eyes glared at me fiercely.

“Huff, huff, huff…”

“I… recognize you,” the female swordsman gasped, each word seeming to be squeezed out through her teeth. She was having trouble breathing, likely due to the internal injuries from my kick.

“You’re not an owl. I know who you are.”

“Oh?”

I tilted my head, a faint smile forming on my lips as I looked at her with interest. “So, tell me, who am I?”

“Silvagrabas Hemus, like me,呼,呼,被教会利用,然后毫不留情地抛弃的可怜虫—”