The middle-aged man sighed: "You know, I didn't want to use this move originally."

"But as of now, it seems that neither swordsmanship nor sword speed can take you down immediately... There are only four minutes until the patrol team arrives."

The next moment, the middle-aged enemy's face showed a painful and unbearable expression.

The ferocious finishing power seeped out from his arm muscles and invaded the two swords between the two of them!

Miranda's expression changed.

This is...the kind of violent and crazy ending power that Cohen mentioned?

The middle-aged man's arm trembled, as if he had released a ferocious beast that preyed on people, and explosive power rose up from his sword!

The two swords groaned at the same time as they vibrated at an accelerated rate, like two overwhelmed patients.

Miranda felt the sword piercing her body begin to tremble, and it stabbed further into her heart!

Oops.

The next moment.

"laugh!"

Blood splattered everywhere.

Miranda's left hand covered her chest in pain.

But it's not over yet.

"Qiang!"

The two swords clashed in friction, sparks burst out, and separated from each other in the air.

The middle-aged man's sword light disappeared in the air.

They appear suddenly like stars in the night sky!

Hit the injured Miranda.

The female swordsman raised her trembling sword and subconsciously swung it into the air!

"Clang! Clang!"

Less than a second after they separated, the two swords collided in mid-air again!

Miranda's sword twice blocked the enemy's attack.

They both took a step back at the same time.

Miranda leaned against the wall behind her with a pale face, looking at the middle-aged man with wide eyes.

"May you die peacefully, swordsman." The middle-aged man sighed and shook off the blood on his sword.

But the middle-aged man's expression suddenly froze.

He noticed the blood on his sword.

That's just a small amount of blood.

How can it be?

It must have pierced her heart...

but she……

Is he right-minded? Or is he equipped with protection that can resist the power of the end? The refined crystal plate of the dwarves? The exquisite silver mail armor of the elven royal family? Silicone?

The middle-aged man raised his head in disbelief and looked at Miranda who was weak and leaning against the wall.

"That weird finishing power didn't work, did it?"

The female swordsman took a deep breath and removed her left hand that was covering her chest.

There was a rather long scar, extending from Miranda's heart to her shoulder, but it only scratched the light armor and caused slight bleeding.

The middle-aged man looked surprised.

According to the original plan, his beast-like finishing power would invade the enemy's body unstoppably, destroying the tissues in the body, delaying the opponent's actions, and even swallowing and destroying her ending power like a natural enemy.

Then, when the opponent was unable to move or was in great pain, he used the final force to move the sword blade, which should have penetrated Miranda's heart directly. It might not be deep, but it would be enough to bleed.

Next, he will attack with terrifying sword speed, mobilizing all the blood in the enemy's body. Within a few tenths of a second, bright red arterial blood will erupt from the chest of this female terminator swordsman, until her life is completely withered.

However, she actually blocked the sword destined to pierce her heart...

The middle-aged man looked at the girl in front of him incomprehensibly.

"From the beginning of my attack, your actions were normal, your sword was also very smooth, and you blocked my thrust without any delay. So," a few seconds later, the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's hand, as if

After figuring something out, his eyes were full of surprise: "It's impossible..."

The middle-aged man frowned: "You...you are not affected by the 'touch of greed' at all!"

Miranda took a deep breath and reset her sword stance.

"'Touch of Greed'? Is this the name of your finishing power? What a disgusting name." Miranda said coldly.

"My companions told me about that feeling, the crazy power of termination, with the purpose of invasion, destruction, and destruction." She raised her sword and pointed directly at her opponent: "Ordinary terminator swordsmen must be afraid of that terrible power.

The power of the end is helpless."

"But, once this power characteristic fails... what should you do?"

The middle-aged man said nothing.

What answered on his behalf was his lightning-fast sword!

The sword with an empty slot whizzed in the air and struck at the female swordsman's throat.

Miranda, who had been prepared for a long time, became serious, turned her wrist, and the power of termination emerged, supporting the strength of her hand and facing the middle-aged man.

"Dang! Swish!"

Two sparks flew out violently!

The two exchanged two sword strikes in an instant.

The two figures alternated between flashes, and after the last sword strike, they were five steps apart in an instant.

Miranda stepped back, feeling the vibration of the cross sword, and calmly thought about the enemy's characteristics.

"I just attacked the Eight Swordsman."

"You only blocked two swords, and you were hit by one," the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's slashed left leg and said calmly: "Your swordsmanship is mediocre, and you can't keep up with my sword speed.

It looks agile, but in fact it is just light - the steps are occasionally misaligned when dodging."

"What's even more strange is that during the fight, your sword actually trembled slightly, which affected your sword style... This is supposed to be a mistake only beginners make."

"Except for that amazing interception at the beginning, your sword is useless." The middle-aged man shook his head: "With this habit and strength of using a sword... you should have died ten thousand times, how did you survive until now?

"

Miranda said nothing, just stared at the middle-aged man carefully.

The next moment, her enemy suddenly smiled: "But among the eight swords just now, you were just right every time, either dodging by luck or missing the five most deadly swords."

"At the most delicate moment, I counterattacked with a sword," the middle-aged man looked at his slashed left upper arm, frowned and sighed: "It was still successful."

Miranda finally frowned.

"There is only one explanation," the middle-aged man moved slightly, and Miranda's sword slowly moved with his position.

"What you use to fight is not the exquisite sword style or agile steps, but your observations and feelings." The middle-aged man's pupils narrowed slightly: "It is to recognize the enemy's rhythm and the timing of drawing the sword: no matter how rough it is,

His swordsmanship and simple sword moves can be transformed into the most exquisite blow as long as they appear in the most appropriate place at the most appropriate time."

Miranda exhaled in her heart: He found it.

"What you have practiced is the four primitive finishing powers known for seizing the right time and controlling the rhythm - Pegasus Movement." The middle-aged man sighed deeply: "It is really a long-lost inheritance in the tower."

"And the reason why you are not afraid of the 'touch of greed'," he raised his head with a compelling look: "I can probably guess it."

Miranda was slightly startled.

The middle-aged man's eyes focused on Miranda's black-gloved hands:

"It's your hand, right?"

Miranda looked in disbelief.

Forget about the Pegasus movement, but actually... he even discovered it.

Miranda tightened her grip on the sword.

"Your hand was the first to come into contact with the 'Touch of Greed,'" the middle-aged man squinted his eyes and observed his opponent carefully: "But there was no reaction... Is it because of those gloves?"

Miranda was silent for a few seconds.

The wilderness of many years ago appeared before her eyes.

That kind of chilling... coldness.

"No, it's not a glove," Miranda breathed a sigh of relief, then raised her head and admitted generously: "It's just my hand."
To be continued...