C1433 The Trump Card of the Agent of Chaos

"Lee Mo, if you're truly skilled, come and fight me head-on. Darting around like a mouse—how is that a show of ability?" The Unmaker roared, his voice booming like an infuriated lion, his hair standing on end like a mane as he took another sword hit to his shoulder.

Lee Mo materialized like a fleeting shadow in the distance, perched atop the ruins of the city wall