242 Fatal Gap

Li Yao's movements sped up exponentially. Every part of his body left a few blurred afterimages behind, as if a clear reflection in the water was stirred by the intrusion of a stone.

"Shua!"

Li Yao withdrew from No. 9's storm of attacks. He dashed backwards like a slippery loach.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, No. 9 would have never believed that someone could drive a super-heavy crystal suit as swiftly as a light one.

Before No. 9 came back to himself from shock, Li Yao had launched his counterattack!

The two Honeycomb Flying Sword Containers on his shoulders were opened, like the mouth of a fierce beast baring its fangs. All the flying swords were unleashed and targeted at… No. 9's outline!

No. 9 sneered. He released all his Bait Bugs and condensed his spiritual shield to its maximum in the meantime.