Desmond observed Mo Etian with a cold gaze, evaluating every movement and detail of his opponent. He forced himself to stay calm while the constant burning of vitality and blood kept his physical dexterity amplified, knowing he couldn't afford any more mistakes. He wasn't dealing with someone who only knew how to use brute force, but with an experienced assassin who had already demonstrated great skill in exploiting weaknesses.
The tension broke when Mo Etian lunged forward with incredible speed, wielding both swords with lethal precision. Desmond dodged the first strike by slightly shifting his center of gravity, feeling the whistle of steel grazing his cheek, but the second attack was harder to avoid.
The blade aimed exactly where Desmond had just moved, but he had anticipated it.
Muscle fibers tensed, generating the torsion necessary for Desmond to execute a quick spin and block the sword with his mana-reinforced metallic arm, feeling the impact resonate through his body.
