CHAPTER 672: CHAPTER 672: SHADOW DANCER VS GHOST SWORDSMAN!

Crash!

Just as Chen Zijin’s surprise attack reached Elfa’s back, and her dagger was about to stab into him, Elfa suddenly reacted with lightning speed, so fast it was almost imperceptible, twisting his body and swinging his sword to precisely block Chen Zijin’s strike.

Chen Zijin was slightly surprised. She hadn’t expected that even with her speed, he could still react in time, and not only that, but block so precisely.

Elfa, however, only lifted the corner of his lips and, glancing at Chen Zijin, said casually, "I told you, your tricks in my eyes are nothing but child’s play."

With that, Elfa poured strength into his blade, forcefully pushing forward with the Ghost Sword. Breaking through Chen Zijin’s guard, he sent her flying more than ten meters back.

Even while in a blocking stance, her HP bar above her head dropped by three-quarters.

Just a little more, and Elfa’s strike would have one-shot her.

Failing to finish Chen Zijin in a single blow, Elfa looked slightly surprised, "To endure one strike from me... you’re the first."

Meanwhile, audiences on both livestream channels erupted into cheers and excitement.

["This little girl actually dared to ambush Lord Elfa? Truly a newborn calf unafraid of tigers!"]

["Maybe it’s because she just defeated the first powerhouses of the Sun Nation, Batan, and Oil Nation. It inflated her confidence, made her arrogant, think she’s invincible."]

["Ridiculous! Their so-called top experts, can they even be compared to our Beacon Nation’s Lord Elfa? She’s delusional, hasn’t met a true monster yet. Lord Elfa only needs one finger to deal with her."]

["Yes, time to show her the true power of the Ghost Swordsman."]

On the other side, Chen Zijin’s livestream chat was filled with worried fans.

["Sis, you’re too reckless. Sure, you defeated the top fighters of Oil, Batan, and the Sun Nation, but they, like you, are only Legendary-tier professions. This Elfa is a Myth-tier profession holder."]

["He’s also the one acknowledged as the world’s number one professional! Sis, if you duel him head-on, that’s suicide!"]

["Before you get one-shotted, hurry and run! You finally made it to the finals, don’t throw it all away like this!"]

Everyone worried for Chen Zijin, certain that against Elfa she was doomed to lose.

Only Ouyang Linger, outside the livestream, carried hopeful eyes toward Chen Zijin.

"Come on, Chen Zijin. Let these arrogant fools see your true strength."

Elfa raised his Ghost Sword, pointing it at Chen Zijin, and said coldly, "If you can withstand my second sword, I’ll count it as your win."

He didn’t strike immediately. Obviously, he was deliberately handing her the chance to attack.

Every action showed his utter disdain toward Chen Zijin.

Chen Zijin didn’t hesitate. Since he gave her the chance, she would take it!

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

As a Shadow Dancer, Chen Zijin instantly summoned over a dozen phantom clones. Under her command, the shadows rushed at Elfa.

Like blades striking from all directions.

When the shadows reached him, Elfa suddenly swung his sword in a circle. Around that circle, a sword-shield flared outward, instantly blocking all the phantom attacks.

The sword-shield easily dissolved their all-out assault. Elfa hadn’t even begun to gloat, suddenly, "swish"—a real blade broke through the shield and stabbed straight toward him.

Reflected in Elfa’s eyes was the flash of steel.

His pupils shrank.

He quickly raised his sword to block.

Clang!

The crisp sound rang out. Though he managed to parry, his strength wasn’t enough, and the powerful force from Chen Zijin’s strike still knocked him several steps back.

The HP bar above his head lost another chunk.

Looking up at Chen Zijin again, Elfa felt disbelief.

She actually shattered his Ghost Shield in a single strike.

Ghost Shield, a defense said to block all attacks, even 5S-grade skills.

Its only weakness lay in the exact center of the circle.

But those who knew the Ghost Shield’s weakness in the entire world could be counted on one hand.

And even knowing it, in real battle it was nearly impossible to strike so precisely at the center.

’Yet this Shadow Dancer... how did she know to use this method to break it?’

After Chen Zijin destroyed his strongest defensive skill in one blow, Elfa realized this opponent wasn’t as simple as he had thought. His laziness vanished, now he grew serious.

With billions of spectators watching, if he lost to a mere woman because of carelessness, that would be an unbearable humiliation.

"A coincidence, that’s all," Elfa reassured himself.

The next second, he thrust forward with the Ghost Sword, charging at Chen Zijin.

Chen Zijin focused every bit of her concentration, watching Elfa intently.

Seeing his opening move, her mind instantly devised a counter.

When Elfa closed in, she twisted her body 90 degrees to the right, letting the sword blade graze her face, slipped behind him, and in the instant she rose, slashed fiercely across his back.

"What?"

Seeing Chen Zijin dodge his attack perfectly yet again, and even counterattack, Elfa was utterly stunned.

That slash of his wasn’t aimed only at the front. It unleashed a barrier of sword light that should have struck any opponent, no matter where they dodged.

In theory, Chen Zijin had no way of escaping it.

So in Elfa’s mind, when he swung that sword, she was already dead.

Who could have guessed she maneuvered into the one blind spot in his sword-light barrier, slipping beneath the Ghost Sword’s flat arc, to escape the unavoidable strike.

Shocked as he was, Elfa didn’t lose composure.

He still thought all of Chen Zijin’s moves were nothing more than circus tricks.

Yet strike after strike, every one of his attacks was perfectly deflected by her, and often countered in return.

Though Chen Zijin’s attacks weren’t enough to fatally wound a Myth-tier professional like Elfa, the cumulative damage was not negligible.

Elfa’s HP bar had already been whittled down to below half.

After yet another attack was deflected, Chen Zijin chained together a series of slashes, driving him back step by step.

Elfa lifted his head, staring at Chen Zijin with disbelief.

Chen Zijin gripped her twin daggers tight, looked him in the eyes, and said coldly, "How many strikes has that been now? You like to count them, don’t you?"

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