"Do you need it?"
The huge sword swept down, but only cleaved through afterimages. In an instant, the man in golden armor vanished from where he had stood, and the staff that was about to touch her was already retracted. A strand of glaze-colored hair brushed past Orianna's face, and as she realized what happened, the weight in her hand grew, and she looked up in astonishment to find the golden visor directly in front of her.
The knights on the battlefield were momentarily disoriented, but the spectators saw everything clearly. Jets hidden behind Mo Yuankai's battle armor fired, and in the moment just before the strike, he accelerated once more, leaping up and using the flat side of the giant sword as a foothold to stand!
"Is this the Seventh Knight's swordsmanship?" Mo Yuankai bent forward, raising his staff, "It would be too slow even for slicing pork!"
