Blood dripped from the fist's edge. At that unimaginable extreme speed, in people's vision, they actually only saw Faen surrounded, and then everyone around launching an attack towards Faen. But just as they leaped up, before the weapons in their hands could touch Faen's figure, the crowd surrounding Faen exploded into flying blood mist in an instant. And on Faen's hand, there were some broken bone splinters and minced meat.
What happened in this fleeting moment was condensed into the time it took for a drop of blood to flow out of a human body and splash onto the ground. The speed far exceeding the reaction limit and visual limit of ordinary humans made the vast majority of people completely unable to understand what exactly happened here. But fortunately, with Janna's blessing, through the spells of the spirit realm, people could more or less feel the rapidness and violence of that instant.
Flowing water washed both arms. Faen set his gaze on everyone—in Faen's sudden violent outburst, the vast majority of mercenaries were directly smashed almost the moment they made contact. But similarly, some alert ones sensed the looming sense of crisis and dodged instinctively—or they never intended to be in the vanguard from the beginning, but tried to hide behind the crowd waiting for an opportunity.
And looking at it now, their decision was undoubtedly correct. Even if impacted by the sonic boom, suffering slight wounds on their bodies, or even simply being scraped or suffering bone cracks by the force. But compared to those guys who collided with Faen head-on and ended up without even half a corpse left. Just a few broken bones; they didn't even dare to make a sound, afraid of attracting Faen's attention.
And Faen didn't care about them either, just setting his gaze on the black-robed woman behind him. After a moment of silence, he lowered the center of gravity of his body slightly, then violently attacked again.
But unlike before, this time Faen's eyes locked deadly on that woman draped in the black spellcaster robe.
And after feeling Faen's undisguised zeal and curiosity, although her face was completely covered by the pitch-blackness under the hood, Faen could feel that on the face covered by pitch-blackness, there was a smile equally full of playfulness.
Feeling the other party's contempt, Faen didn't feel angry. Instead, accompanied by a light chuckle, under the shadow of Piltover's brass buildings, blades of flowing water fluttered out from behind Faen. The moment they bloomed, the graceful water flow formed scattered blade lotuses and whip blades tearing the air.
Toes tapping across the cracked brick avenue, Faen's tough face was filled with a smile: "Interested in introducing yourself? Witch?"
Facing Faen's inquiry, before Faen's voice faded, that black-robed woman waved her staff. The magic in the surrounding atmosphere condensed rapidly, turning into crimson chains shooting out like venomous snakes in an instant, biting towards Faen's throat accompanied by the friction sound of chain iron rings colliding. But before these sharp blades touched Faen's body, the shot blade lotuses smashed the incoming chains entirely as if possessing consciousness.
Although looking like just weak flowing water, under the blessing of Ashlesh's power, the high-pressure flowing water directly smashed the carrier of its magic structure almost the moment it touched the chains. And accompanied by the broken fragments, Faen's figure also drew a swift arc in the air in this instant.
The surging storm wrapped around his body, making Faen's clothes tumble constantly. Mixing with water flow, the surging wind flow formed white mist. Air resistance returned to zero, and Faen also sank a breath accordingly. Accompanied by the eruption of blood qi, Faen's sturdy body swelled a circle instantly. Veins bulged on his streamlined body like the roots of an old tree.
"Flowing water is formless!"
While speaking, his heart pumped, and the blood and moisture in Faen's body began to constantly transport oxygen and strength at an alarming speed. The moment he swung his arm, a rapid screech came from the air.
Seeing Faen approaching, the mage on the spot didn't feel panicked, but raised her staff tapping lightly towards the ground. Accompanied by a crisp sound, purple-red mixed magic surged out from the witch's body turning into a crystal flower bud wrapping the woman completely.
And the moment the fist edge contacted it, a circle of thorns even grew on that crystal flower bud at an alarming speed. Under the rapid impact, even Faen himself couldn't distinguish whether he forcefully pierced the thorns into his own fist edge, or the other party controlled the thorns to pierce through the defense on the surface of Faen's body—or perhaps both?
Feeling the stinging pain from the fist edge, even Faen couldn't help but flash a trace of surprise in the bottom of his eyes—so hard.
Seeing that this heavy punch actually only left a few cracks on that crystal flower bud, even Faen couldn't help marveling at the other party's defensive power.
You know, the current strengthening from Janna and Ashlesh, although both guys were in a weakened state, one with its ancestral home split, the other just recently freed from trouble. But even so, as the deity of the spirit realm and the oldest primal demon, even just numbers were absolutely not something ordinary people could contend against.
Thinking this, Faen didn't generate the slightest nervousness because of it. Instead, a smile appeared on his face accompanied by inner surprise and the stinging pain from the fist edge—whether pain or surprise, essentially they were all a kind of feeling. And as long as it was a feeling, then as the oldest demon, Faen could forcibly lead the final result to joy!
The sensory stimulation of pain made Faen's body temperature surge again. The storm around his body went a step further, rolling the flowing water in the atmosphere to form mist. The muscles on his back connected into a piece bulging continuously. The moment he swung his arms, his fists left countless afterimages in the air. Continuous sonic booms sounded continuously. Intense friction generated high-pressure atmospheric backflow, locking the flower bud in front of him deadly in place.
Noticing something wrong, the black mist covering the witch's face also showed slight trembling and dissipation. Without pausing, the subsequent witch almost immediately tightened her grip on the staff in her hand. A large amount of magic erupted from that tall body, and the cracks previously smashed out by Faen were constantly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Unfortunately, before these cracks could completely recover as before, immediately following, accompanied by the wild laughter on Faen's face, the dense fist shadows erupting with fierce blood qi poured down.
"Ultimate joy!!"
Fists falling like rain, rolling up violent winds. Around Faen, fan-shaped wave blade lights spilled wantonly like a pouring rainstorm. Almost in an instant, the bud crystal that had originally been mostly repaired was smashed out with a large number of cracks again. Suddenly, accompanied by a crisp sound, a blade of flowing water pierced through the crystal stuck in the middle.
Seeing this, the smile at the corner of Faen's mouth also became more fiery. Not intending to control the blade of flowing water to turn into a trickle to seep in for attack, because Faen could feel that the water flow inside this flower bud had lost connection with him.
But it was only losing connection, unable to be controlled further, and the water flow itself was still blessed by Ashlesh, endowed with a new sharp blade form.
With this thought, Faen raised his arm. The clenched fist smashed down like a heavy hammer, and the translucent bud shield ruptured directly in an instant.
Seemingly complex, but actually all things were completed in an instant, the gap between them even less than a breath. The mutation came so swiftly that even that witch failed to react in the first time. Instead, Faen closed in on her, and a bottom-up pendulum hit directly in her abdomen.
Bang!
Accompanied by the solid sound of flesh and blood colliding ringing in this instant. But this witch was obviously not an ordinary person. Although not defending in time, almost the moment she was hit, layers of overlapping and surrounding thorn patterns emerged on her body surface.
At the area Faen hit, a large number of ripples spread out from the overlapping thorns. Feeling these powers being attenuated by the other party's permanent magic, Faen didn't feel discouraged at all.
Instead, accompanied by a sinister smile, the muscles of his right arm swelled a circle again. Joy factors rushed in the blood vessels, surging emotions shook the material body, and the beating heart was like an angry bull, pumping fiery viscous blood into it.
Only hearing the sounds of blood vessels rupturing continuously, Faen's strike, which should have exhausted its force, was like being injected with brand new energy. Muscles expanded continuously, squeezing bones to creak, and then accompanied by the sound of blood vessels rupturing, a mass of blood light burst out from Faen's shoulder and arm, erupting violently again accompanied by the screaming of the air!
Boom rumble rumble!!!
One punch out, the magic thorns on the witch's body surface shattered into ownerless free magic in an instant. Losing the protection of magic, her frail body was almost instantly enveloped by this pure violence. Part of the force touched the ground smashing the bricks and stones, and turning into a pitch-black afterimage flying backward accompanied by scattered stones. Landing on the ground, smoke and dust splashed everywhere.
But before the smoke and dust dispersed, immediately after, another three dark golden light masses drew an arc breaking through the air towards Faen through the smoke and dust.
Standing on the spot, high-pressure steam rising around his body, tulle-like water mist wrapped Faen's sturdy body. Seemingly weak, just covering a layer of constantly swirling water film, but the moment these magic missiles touched Faen's body, they bounced off one after another as if hitting some invisible barrier, falling to the surrounding ground turning into springing thorns.
As a person good at learning, Faen wouldn't forget the W skill "Jubilant Veil" of the Weapon Master Nilah that could be shared with teammates. Only different from the game, in the real world, these flowing waters originally originated from Ashlesh's blessing; there was no such thing as being unable to bounce off.
And as the smoke and dust dispersed, the robe on the witch also shattered accordingly, revealing her gorgeous true face.
"Haha, really a big fish." Faen chuckled rotating his swollen wrist to restore it as before.
"Dear Mastermind of Noxus~"