"Clang!!!"
The fist smashed fiercely onto another incoming spike.
Sending it recoiling backward, wildly reverberating and ringing.
"Thump thump thump thump!"
Si Yu's footsteps retreated, his boots heavily stamping on the ground, causing subtle cracks to appear in the concrete. His palms were slightly numb, and his eyes narrowed. The tip of the Shadow Assassin hadn't drawn blood, indicating that his opponent's defense hadn't been broken. Although he had anticipated this, he still found these practitioners of Hard Skill annoying, one after another.
When fighting with a Cross-Training Master, it was necessary to find the opponent's cover and weak points, or to simply and brutally attack the same spot repeatedly. Otherwise, even for Si Yu, it was impossible to secure a victory within just a few moves.
"Really... such a hard turtle shell!"
