77: C77 Wholeheartedly Admitting

C77 Wholeheartedly Admitting

After the two of them exchanged five or six moves, Lily acted as if she was physically exhausted, staggering and falling backwards.

The warrior of the sixth step naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity. He quickly raised the spear in his hand, and with the spear as a staff, he viciously swung it towards Lillian's body.

If this hit was a solid one, although it wouldn't take Lillian's life, it would break her tendons and bones no matter what, making her completely lose her ability to fight.

Seeing that Lillian was suddenly in danger, Jing You couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The nearby Baiyu clansmen also cried out in alarm. In their eyes, the outcome of the battle was going to be decided in this one move.

While everyone was still in shock, only Lin Mo saw the confidence and calmness in Lillian's eyes.

This little girl was even more daring and cautious than he had imagined.

Lin Mo recognized this expression because he had a strong self-confidence in himself, as well as an expression that could only be seen after making preparations to sacrifice himself for victory.

"It's over."

Lin Mo sighed softly in his heart as he spoke lazily.

Although the strength of this warrior of the sixth step was not bad, under the confusion of Lillian, he still couldn't be cautious to the end.

On the stage, Liliane, who had fallen backwards, did not try to protect her balance.

Just like that, she allowed her body to fall backwards, but her hands were still firmly grasping her silver spear.

The silver spear was lighter than the spear of a warrior of the sixth step, but correspondingly, it was faster.

The spear was like a bolt of lightning, moving like a rainbow. As the warrior of the sixth step raised the spear high in the air, Lillian already pressed her own silver spear against his chest with lightning speed.

If he dared to move any lower, Lillian's silver spear would pierce through his chest without hesitation.

The sharp tip of the spear pierced through the flesh of the warrior of the sixth step, and that ice-cold sensation brought with it an oppressive feeling of death.

Although the warrior of the sixth step could see that his spear could knock Lillian to the ground, he didn't dare to move his body at all.

He was like a still oil painting, frozen in place.

In a battle between experts, victory and defeat would often be decided in the span of a single breath.

From the start of the fight, Liliane was very calm as she analyzed the situation on the battlefield.

The girl had guessed his moves, his mentality, and even the direction of his attacks when he was taking advantage of his victory.

Even if the whole process had only been slightly different from the situation she had encountered, she wouldn't have been forced to such an extent.

It had to be said that although her strength was only at the fifth step, Lillian's fighting ability and intuition had already reached a terrifying level.

Unless he risked the danger of his heart being pierced, there was no way to reverse the situation.

However, this was only an arena competition and not a real death match on the battlefield. There was no need for the two of them to fight with their lives on the line.

The Feathered Race respected the powerhouses. Even if they lost, the warriors of the sixth step would still be convinced of their defeat.

He took a small step back and then handed the big gun to Lillian, who was lying on the ground.

Lillian glanced at him, then smiled and gripped the gun.

The warrior of the sixth step used his right arm to pull Lillian up from the ground.

Then he put down his spear, folded his wings, and knelt down on one knee before Lillian, lowering his head slightly.2

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