"I thought you were just a stupid model, Shen Yuan. You have a nice reflex. I'll give you that," The archbishop said from the top of his snow mountain; he didn't let his opponent breathe. He threw tens and hundreds of his ice javelins to Shen Yuan nonstop!
But the omega, like a fox in the wild, only avoided it with great precision and beastly movements. He shortened their distance in no time, and with his long nails, he clawed the man's face, causing another splurt of fresh blood.
Shen Yuan didn't stop it with that single strike; he used his crystal ball again. This time, to knock the man down through his stomach.
"Ahh!" The man once again spit a mouthful of blood. But he didn't just take the beating from the peak of his snow mountain; he conjured a tall block of snow to knock Shen Yuan up in the air.
"Shit!" Shen Yuan cursed because he didn't see that move coming.