The extremely gorgeous petals slowly moved forward, clashing with the dark long knife in the hands of the dragon hunter, turning into a shower of sparks. The blade of the great sword seemed to divide into several, simultaneously blocking attacks from both directions, and in the next moment, it merged back into one, manifesting as a great sword held by the armor.
The armor shrouded in black mist pushed back two dragon hunters, while itself remained stationary, without even moving.
Fang Hong was taken aback, this was swordsmanship.
If the opponent were a flexible construct controlled by a combat artisan, it would be tolerable, but he had never heard of activated armor wielding swordsmanship, nor could magic guided engineering create such complex skills.
That belonged to the realm of the soul, exclusive to humans.
