Delacuri's blood-red longsword clashed briefly with the blade, and the grating sound of metal breaking rang in Pei Yan's ears. Destroying the enemy's weapon with a single strike should have delighted Pei Yan, yet both his intuition and Suzi in his mechanical eye signaled danger. Without any hesitation, he propelled himself backward at high speed, retreating even before the longsword completely shattered.
Delacuri did not pursue the retreating Pei Yan but stood calmly, watching the longsword in his hand crack and break into several pieces. As the broken fragments fell, they shattered into bits as fragile as glass upon hitting the ground. A strange, fishy wind swept the sword's residue away, dispersing it throughout the isolated space.
