Li Jun's golden eyes glowed faintly as he steadied his stance.
The masked hunter's aura darkened, an oppressive force pressing down on the ruins.
"Still not showing your true power?" the hunter mused, spinning his dagger between his fingers. "Or are you afraid?"
Li Jun smirked. "Afraid? No. I just don't waste energy on weaklings."
The air cracked as he pushed off the ground, his speed exploding.
His sword clashed against the hunter's dagger, sending a shockwave through the ruins.
For the first time, the hunter's stance wavered.
Li Jun's strength had changed.
The fight was no longer one-sided.
He struck again—faster, sharper. His All-Knowing Eye wasn't seeing the hunter's abilities, but it was picking up something even more valuable—his habits, his patterns, his weaknesses.
The hunter dodged left—just as Li Jun predicted.
With a swift turn, he launched a powerful kick, slamming into the hunter's side.
The masked man grunted, flipping backward to regain his footing.
He landed on a broken pillar, his head tilted slightly.
"Interesting."
He wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You learn fast. But… can you handle this?"
A black mist erupted from his body, swirling violently.
Li Jun's All-Knowing Eye burned as he tried to analyze it—but the mist blocked everything.
His fingers tightened around his sword.
This battle was far from over.