Noah shot forward in the blink of an eye.
In less than a second, a new ice sword materialized in his hand, its blade blazing with a brilliant silver-blue radiance.
Tharlyssa barely had time to react.
She was still struggling to comprehend how Noah was continuing to fight despite his numerous injuries. Every time she thought she had gained the upper hand, he came back with another unexpected attack.
Nevertheless, her instincts took over.
She raised her hand, and a small shield of hardened blood instantly formed before her.
CLANG!
Noah's sword struck the shield, leaving a deep slash across its surface.
The shield wasn't sturdy enough to withstand the full force of his attack. Cracks spread across it, threatening to shatter it completely.
But before Noah could follow up, Tharlyssa's right fist moved.
THUD!
The impact landed squarely on his cheek, face moved to another side.
Blood sprayed from Noah's mouth as the force sent him hurtling through the air like a bullet.
