There was no time for Xiao Lin to analyze the situation before him; there was only one outcome: either they die or he does. Ultimately, it was a fight to the finish, dealing with these mindless figures would only result in his own death.
Putting aside those morals and ethics, Xiao Lin suddenly felt invigorated. Without that shackle, the range of his thrusts expanded, and his attacks became more ruthless.
Accelerating his pace unexpectedly caused a momentary pause for the two black-clad figures. It seemed they were unaccustomed to such speed or perhaps unfamiliar with their own rhythm. They stood there, without any exchange, simply staring dazedly as their target vanished and instinctively attacked at their own pace.
This was a flaw! Xiao Lin deliberately quickened his movements, dodging to the left side of the two, sliding to the right. The two paused for a second after their initial linear attack, then randomly turned left and then to the right.
