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Life in the world of magic has always been harsh. A mage who wants to live up to 30 years, should never rely on only one plan. There must always be a plan B. This truth is written in blood. Balor lived to be 28 years old only because he always had a backup plan.

But ... Jiang Chen was suddenly too quick, and Balor refused with plan B, with a pain in his heart.

Life in the world of magic has always been very harsh. A mage who wants to live to be 50 must never count on only two plans. There should always be a plan C and Balor had it too. Plan C - Improvisation.

"I went through hell twice. I even participated in the battle of Krag. At the forefront! I didn't live up to 28 years old so that some random guy would kill me!"

Bolar opened his eyes. Right in front of him, about half a meter, he saw a palm. He didn't even have doubts, get this palm right in his head, he's a corpse. Although, when he was young, he reinforced his bones with magic and thereby increasing their solid, because of the accumulated mental and physical damage, Balor himself did not understand why he could still move.

His legs quickly tensed and thereby he stopped falling. The Balor, using all his powers that he has and ignoring the feelings of pain in the muscles of his legs, makes a sharp jump up.

Jiang Chen was very careful all the time, it is not known what to expect from a half-dead expert, but this jump, at the very last moment, caught him by surprise.

Everything happened too unexpectedly, Jiang Chen could no longer change the trajectory of the blow, even if he wanted to. And after a moment, Balor felt a severe blow to his chest, he could swear he heard his bones break. His blood sprinkled from his mouth and he hoped most of all that with the blood he did not spit out part of his lungs, his breath caught.

Due to a strong blow, his body began to fly backward. But without flying even half a meter, Balor's left hand clutched at Jiang Chen's still outstretched hand, stopping the movement.

With a light movement of Balor's right hand, a completely black knife flew from his sleeve.

The knife blades were made of black steel. Poor magicians loved this material because of its cheapness, accessibility, and relative quality. However, having accumulated a little money, they switched to higher-quality material. In the world of magic, it was not customary to save on the quality of weapons, sometimes it could cost a life.

Black steel, though quickly dull, was famous for its sharpness. And this sharpness was hoped by Balor, who was now very sorry that he did not remember the last time he sharpened it. Too much time has passed since he had to kill someone with knives.

While he raised his hand above his head, with a deft movement of the wrist, the tip of the knife was directed down and without hesitation, Balor resolutely made a blow right to the neck of the enemy.

Already almost in a semi-conscious state, he couldn't say exactly what he was doing, almost every movement was made only thanks to the reflexes developed in numerous battles.

Jiang Chen noticed a strange knife, but what puzzled him the most was that he did not feel any Qi energy in these weapons.

With a quick movement of his left hand, he grabbed the opponent's wrist.

The Balor, feeling pain in his wrist, without thinking for a long time, unclenched his palm and the knife flew by inertia straight into the neck of Jiang Chen, whose pupils clenched in surprise.

"Why didn't I think about it !?"

Although, as a student of the school of the Sky Blue Dragon, he also cultivated the technique of the Bronze Turtle, he was not sure of its strength against this black knife. An expert would not take an ordinary knife in a battle, not for life, but death.

But it was too late to regret, he saw a strange knife steadily approaching his neck. He could not prevent this from happening because of the short distance.

In an instant, the knife approached and slammed into the neck.

But surprisingly, Jiang Chen heard the sound of a metal clash against metal and saw sparks, the knife bounced off his neck and spinning, began to fall to the ground, leaving only a small cut.

"I was right, this is not an ordinary knife, but he simply did not have the force of impact."

Jiang Chen was about to relax and finally finish off the enemy as he felt like he suddenly began to slowly weaken as if something had begun to drain his strength. He quickly found the source of the problems, it was the palm of the enemy on his hand, without hesitation, he planned to break out of the capture.

Balor saw the knife slammed into the neck and bounce off, frankly, he would be very surprised if he could kill the enemy like that, but he didn't care, he saw the remaining cut and that was enough for him.

When only his knife left his palm, he began to cast spells of absorption of vitality in the mind, using the last particles of his mana, and now he felt how he absorbed energy through his left hand. But this spell is not able to quickly kill the enemy, it was needed only for one, distraction.

"Farewell, my weakest, but at the same time, one of my most dangerous enemies."

Balor, who had put all his strength in, struck an unexpected blow with his knee directly into the handle of a falling black knife, stopping its rotation, and continuing the direction of the blow stuck the blades directly into the heart of Jiang Chen.