A faint glimmer of cold light appeared behind Orson.
Without turning around, Orson's feet traced a six-pointed star, and a fiery red shield appeared around him.
Clang!
A sharp blade struck the shield, sparks flying, the shield rippling with force, and more than ten fire serpents shot out from it, locking onto the attacker.
Break!
Block!
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The shadowy figure behind him danced and weaved, their agility on full display, performing flashy maneuvers as they managed to block all the fire serpents.
"Don't dream. You have no chance," Orson said indifferently.
The thief revealed herself. She had a slender figure, with alluring eyes that seemed to speak of temptation.
"One slash. Just one crit, and I can end this," Blank said coldly, before vanishing again into stealth.
Orson had been grinding away at Pilgrimage Ancient Road for four days straight, never leaving this place.