The masked hunter staggered back, his hand pressing against the wound on his chest. His dark mist wavered for a moment before surging back to full strength.
Li Jun kept his stance firm, his sword steady. "Your tricks won't work anymore."
The hunter let out a low chuckle. "Impressive. But you're still underestimating me."
With a snap of his fingers, the black mist twisted—not dissipating, but instead condensing around his body.
Li Jun's eyes narrowed.
The mist no longer hid him. Instead, it merged with him.
A dark aura pulsed from his figure. His power was rising.
Without warning, he struck.
Li Jun barely had time to react. The speed, the strength—it was all on a different level.
The hunter's dagger clashed against Li Jun's sword, sending sparks flying. The force of the blow forced Li Jun back several steps.
The hunter didn't let up. He vanished, reappearing behind Li Jun in an instant.
A sharp pain flared across Li Jun's shoulder as the dagger grazed him.
He spun around, countering with a powerful slash—but it met empty air.
The hunter was moving too fast.
"His mist isn't just for hiding. It's enhancing his body."
Li Jun steadied his breathing. He needed to adapt—now.
The hunter lunged again.
This time, Li Jun stepped into the attack.
His sword flashed, aiming for the hunter's blind spot.
A loud clang—followed by a gasp.
Blood dripped onto the ruins.
The hunter's movements faltered.
Li Jun smirked. "Looks like you're not untouchable after all."