The Sin of Solace flashed through the air, moving with stunning speed. Considering how insidiously sharp the cursed blade was, there was no way for the Drowned to survive the strike... Sunny was so confident that he would see the abomination's head flying away in a rain of blood that he did not even slow down to consider other possibilities.
And yet, something entirely different happened.
He missed.
At the last moment, the Nightmare Creature lowered itself deeper into the water, and the jade sword whistled safely above its head.
'What...'
It had been a very long time since Sunny made such an egregious mistake. His swordsmanship was not flawless, since nothing really was. He was a lesser swordsman than Nephis was, true... but who wasn't? Compared to almost every other living human, Sunny was an absolute master. A seasoned warrior with enough talent, skill, and experience to be considered an actual sword saint.
He could accept that an enemy was more powerful than him. He could even accept that an enemy was more skilled than him - although exceedingly rare, there were a few of those. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
What Sunny could not accept, however, was the fact that he missed a simple killing blow.
Something did not add up...
Before he could even try to understand what had happened, the Drowned was already near. Saved from assured decapitation, the creature pushed with its tentacles and flew forward as if shot from a cannon. The dark spear struck Sunny's unprotected chest and tossed him backward.
"Argh!"
The blow was powerful enough to send a blinding flash of pain through his body. However, the spear of the Drowned Demon failed to pierce the black silk of his tunic or rip his marble skin.
'How did I miss?'
Sunny fell into the water - or rather, he would have. Instead, his body disappeared into the shadows and appeared a moment later behind the triumphant abomination. The Sin of Solace flashed again... and was blocked by the shaft of the dark spear.
It was of no help, though. The jade blade seemed to have passed through the ancient weapon unobstructed, then did the same with the abomination's armor, flesh, and bone. A moment later, a thin line appeared on the shaft of the dark spear, and it split into two halves.
The same happened to the Drowned, who had been cleanly and savagely cut in two.
[You have slain a Corrupted Demon, Drowned Warrior.][Your shadow grows stronger.]
Sunny heard the whispers of the Spell. But he was not celebrating.
Instead, a dark expression distorted the lines of his pale face for a brief, fleeting moment.
'...How did that thing block my strike?'
Sunny felt uneasy. Yes, the spear of the Corrupted abomination had failed to stop the cursed sword, but how had the Drowned managed to predict and block his sneak attack, in the first place?
No... it had not been quite like that.
Replaying the moment of the strike in his memory, Sunny realized that the Nightmare Creature had not possessed exalted battle skill or supernatural power of premonition. Instead, it had ended up in a perfect position to react in time due to sheer luck.
Just like it had ended up lowering itself to avoid being decapitated by sheer luck.
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