This was Nightmare's purpose: to successfully enrage Refining Mo, causing him to lose control. His offensive rhythm was inevitably disrupted, just like those two slashes just now. Although they seemed fierce, they relied solely on Refining Mo's own strength, and his sword techniques were full of openings. That was also why Nightmare, despite carrying severe injuries, could still easily cope.
"Refining Mo, you only have three moves left, be very careful," Nightmare sneered.
"Damn, I fell for the provocation," Refining Mo gasped. Clever as a fox, he finally saw through Nightmare's tactics, having wasted two opportunities to strike.
In the pitch-dark night, two silhouettes could vaguely be seen in the park, ghost-like and phantom-like, occasionally sparking...
"Star Lian, let's see how you defend next," Refining Mo sneered, planting the Desire Splitting Blade into the ground, as Nightmare, not daring to be careless, stood with dual halberds, glaring furiously.
