Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The force of the blow was quite strong, and it took Mo Rong a while to get up from the ground with sore body, and pick up the bone nail again.

Good, good, good. You are worthy of being a senior. Good things are always presented to juniors in the most surprising way.

He felt the heaviness of his heart.

Before he could walk back to the battlefield, Bai Qu in the distance leaped up and suddenly turned into black particles and disappeared into the air.

In an instant, Mo Rong's eyes darkened and the shadow under his feet suddenly enlarged.

It's a flash and stab!

He didn't have time to look up and rolled forward.

Sure enough, the moment he left the spot, he heard the muffled sound of bone nails being inserted into the ground behind his ears.

Looking back, the cracks in the floor tiles looked like silk patterns, which made Mo Rong's scalp tingle.

I miscalculated. Although the senior looks thin, he is very strong.

But it’s my turn now!

Although he was thinking about it, Mo Rong did not stop his actions. He immediately turned around and took advantage of the gap when Bai was pulling out the bone nail to chop at him.

The timing was chosen correctly. At this moment, Bai's bone nail was only half pulled out and was far from being able to be used for blocking.

So it chooses to attack as defense.

White particles condensed around his body again, and this time, it happened at the moment Mo Rong raised his hand.

"Fuck, again?"

Mo Rong cursed inwardly, and the bone nails that were about to hit Bai suddenly stopped in mid-air. With nowhere to vent his strength, he groaned and quickly dodged again.

The ordinary blow just now had thrown him far away. God knows how miserable he would be if this halo exploded?

He wants to win, but he wants to win gracefully.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain to my seniors in the Knight Pantheon when I return!

The sound of explosions once again swept across the entire training ground, and the aftermath blew Mo Rong back repeatedly.

"I don't understand the change of advantages..."

Orgrim pointed at the two fighting parties on the field, his eyes thoughtful: "The little guy was handling it with ease just now, how come he seems to be so hasty in dealing with the blow now?"

"Maybe Bai's counterattack disrupted the rhythm."

It was Hegemer and Ogrim who spoke first. Isma's brows were furrowed, and her expression was exactly the same as Zemor's. They were still staring at Mo Rong and Bai who were entangled on the field. They said almost at the same time: "No."

Isma signaled Zemor with her eyes, and they once again said in unison: "It's time."

"opportunity?"

Seeing that Isma had returned her attention to the training ground, Zemor began to explain: "Actually, what Big Brother said is right, but not entirely."

"Look."

Zemor pointed at Mo Rong in the field. At this moment, he was using Hei Chong's high mobility to constantly hover around Bai, counterattacking during the opponent's attacks. Unfortunately, although Bai couldn't resist in time, he was able to avoid it at the moment of retracting the bone nails.

At present, apart from the blow that Mo Rong received just now, there has been no substantial progress in the fight during this period.

"Look carefully at the timing of their attacks and defenses, as well as the frequency of their movements."

After Zemor's reminder, Hegmer reacted soon.

Previously, when he saw Mo Rong casually moving under Bai's bone nails, he had the strange idea of ​​"mind reading", but now it seemed to be true.

Because if the attacker and defender were switched, that is, when Mo Rong attacked and Bai blocked, Bai could basically dodge all the attacks!

It was almost the same as the previous situation where Bai attacked first and Mo Rong defended later, but it seemed that because Bai had the skill of blocking and counterattacking, the latter would suffer a certain degree of disadvantage when taking the initiative.

So... Hegmer's pupils shrank slightly, and he simply refined his previous thoughts. An absurd idea popped up involuntarily in his mind, and he said it subconsciously.

"The two of them can always know what the other is thinking. The two of them..."

"Thinking together!"

"That's right!" Zemor nodded heavily and clapped his hands in agreement.

Hearing this, Orgrim was also surprised and turned his head curiously: "Could it be that they are twins?"

"Impossible." Hegmer shook his head decisively. He knew this best. He then shifted his gaze between the two, thought for a moment, and deduced the answer.

"Maybe it's the 'link', the 'link' of the void will, the effect is the same as Bai Shi."

Hegemer took out an exquisite piece of white stone, on which was embossed the pattern of a six-winged flying insect, which belonged to a level with extremely high authority.

"The effect of Bai Shi requires us to activate it and convey the message verbally, but they skipped this step directly. They don't need a carrier..."

"To put it another way, they themselves are the 'white stone', the carrier." Isma continued.

"Oh! So they don't even need to speak to communicate with each other?"

Orgrim was quite envious, he also wanted to have this kind of connection with Isma.

Hegmer nodded absentmindedly. When discussing this topic, a flash of inspiration seemed to occur to him, but he didn't catch it because of his reply, which made him feel a little regretful.

He always felt that he had missed some very important information.

Mo Rong's reaction was not slow either. Although he was confused as a person involved in the matter, he was not much slower than the knights who were just bystanders when he realized what was going on.

This is too outrageous. Does it mean that whether you have an advantage or not actually depends on who makes the next move?

Even so, the senior's speed in swinging the bone nails was much faster than his own, not to mention his magical skills of blocking and counterattacking.

That's a skill that can even block spells!

Looking at the three consecutive attacks coming towards him with the force of collapsing mountains, Mo Rong no longer hesitated. He muttered an obscure spell, and the bone nail in his hand gradually emitted a layer of bright yellow light from bottom to top.

He originally wanted to make this battle a little more difficult for himself, thinking that defeating his predecessors without using magic would help the knights change their stereotypes.

Who would have thought that the senior was so powerful? Alas, I really overestimated myself.

In that case...

Senior, I'm very quick, please bear with me.

The spikes flashed across the ethereal body, and black particles instantly scattered in the air, flowing along the clothes at the white neck and gathering behind it.

The next moment, a dazzling golden light flashed towards Bai's body.

At the same time, the slender bone nails were inserted into the ground, and the mysterious array pattern was engraved again, becoming solid in a blink of an eye. Mo Rong's vision was suddenly distorted, and he saw that the senior's figure had become like ripples.

If he tried to chop down the Dream Nail by force at this moment, he would have no chance of avoiding the condensed explosion.

"Injury for injury?" Orgrim muttered.

He had suffered losses from condensation before, and if it were him, he would never make such a mistake.

Although the little guy could be hurt by Bai's attack, he would also be seriously injured and might even die.

Glancing at Hegmer beside him, he seemed to be ready for the rescue.

The orange light of the Dream Nail flashed across Bai's body, and a large amount of soul poured into Mo Rong's body.

His expression was distorted at this moment, his body was oppressed by the condensed force and was in great pain, his eyes were white and he could no longer see anything.

Even so, the corners of his mouth beneath the mask were still raised forcefully, and his fists were surrounded by white light.

Enough is enough.

"Desolate Dive!"