Hit squarely by a punch, Riven just let out a muffled groan in pain, knocking over a shelf on the side with a clattering sound.
And not exerting too much strength, before long Riven stood up from it, staring deadly at Faen with the giant sword in hand, her gaze full of unyielding battle intent filled with the will to die.
But even having embraced the determination to die, feeling Faen's punch just now, feeling the trembling of her lower abdomen and that trace of pain seemingly disappearing like a clay ox entering the sea but always looming faintly, even Riven couldn't help but secretly marvel in her heart: So strong.
Without any fancy moves, just a simple punch, yet it completely exceeded the limit of her visual capture and reaction speed. Even when flying backwards, Riven wasn't sure if she was attacked. It was only after landing, accompanied by the collapsing shelf and the pain from her lower abdomen as well as the subtle touch generated by the shock to her abdominal organs, that Riven came back to her senses.
Supporting her body with the giant sword, after panting for a moment, Riven aimed the sharp blade at Faen again. Letting out a Ki Burst roar—not a meaningless shout, but a technique Riven summarized in constant battlefield fighting. Gathering inner fighting spirit and killing intent in the chest cavity, erupting, thereby stunning others' consciousness the moment the sound is emitted. Facing those enemies with weak wills, often just needing a roar, Riven could make the other party stand dumbfounded on the spot.
This polishing of one's own fighting spirit and skills is something every strong person must master and integrate. Of course, Riven didn't think her single roar could awe Faen in front of her. Rather, the current Riven shouted like this just to wake herself up, thereby suppressing all fear and unease in her heart.
Heart clear, leaving only the purest battle intent as a warrior. Charging towards Faen, right leg exerting force, surging fighting spirit rolled up storms surrounding Riven's body forming a faintly discernible shield—although in the game Riven's second stage skill Wind Slash gave the feeling that Riven possessed the talent of the wind blade, actually that was just the wind magic left by Elder Souma when destroying the runic giant sword—hmm, don't look at Yasuo, Yone, Master Yi all using swords and blades.
But their essence in Runeterra is all mages; the so-called swords and blades are just another form of magic staves.
And Riven herself, most of the time fought through her own fighting spirit.
And just when Riven, with her ultimate activated in normal state, used W on the spot followed by E to come in front of Faen preparing to QAQAQA instantly kill Faen, meeting Riven's gaze full of battle intent, Faen suddenly raised his right arm and then clenched it fiercely. Also in this instant, having just raised the war blade in her hand, Riven felt an indescribable force sweeping her whole body.
Eyes widening, looking at Faen in front of her, Riven wanted to control her body to swing the sharp blade down, but found let alone swinging her arm, even moving a finger had become pure delusion.
Looking at the head close at hand, as if she could chop it off just by swinging her arm casually, feeling the ridicule and playfulness in the other party's gaze, Riven only felt her whole person falling into deep humiliation.
"You, what did you do? Why can't I move?!"
"You warrior classes are just like this." Looking at Riven, Faen also sighed somewhat—Darius jokes only know how to start chopping, referring to Darius players who can't help wanting to start chopping once Ghost is activated; if you don't chase him, the Darius player gets anxious himself and feeds back. And Riven players aren't much different. Activating the ultimate, if you don't fight her, she will equally anxiously EQQQ charge up to trade hard with you, afraid the damage increase of the ultimate and the second stage slash will be wasted.
Thinking this, Faen also showed his palm; that Seven-Handed Curse Mark originating from Ashlesh shone brightly. It was just compared to the initial cloud-like Seven-Handed Curse Mark, the current Seven-Handed Curse Mark had added Faen's elements under Faen's constant erosion. To be precise, the cloudy feeling was greatly reduced, adding some solidity of flesh and blood and the wildness of the storm—hmm, the storm originated from the combination of Faen and Janna.
If it were LeBlanc, the moment she saw this mark she would realize everything, especially the changes in herself. But Riven was different. As a warrior, Riven proved with actions why warriors are always unpopular—although the technique Faen used looked simple, the spirit realm knowledge involved, even if seen by the sages cultivating in the monasteries of Ionia, they would have to shout invincible.
This manipulation and control of the spirit realm as easy as moving one's arm had already exceeded the limit that the vast majority of Ionian cultivators could reach.
And Riven? As a warrior, no wonder even at the same level as mages, mages were called Mage Lords, while warriors were mostly crowned with the title of XX dogs.
But this couldn't be blamed on warriors giving people the feeling of being inferior. In fact, this was just because warriors focused more on themselves, resulting in a very limited understanding of the world.
Thinking this, Faen also decided to use a more direct way to let Riven know what exactly happened here.
So Faen came to Riven's front, and under Riven's incredulous gaze, reached out and tore open the armor at her waist. This made Riven's eyes split with rage instantly. A delicate pretty face full of disbelief anger and disgust said: "What are you doing?!"
"Calm down, this is just to let you realize more clearly what happened here."
Saying this, Faen also tore open Riven's abdominal surface plate armor, middle layer chain mail, middle layer scale mail, lower layer leather armor, lower layer cloth armor, and the last layer of skin suit like a one-piece swimsuit.
When completely torn open, Faen couldn't help but smack his lips: "Wearing so thick?"
"None of your business!" Riven glared at Faen fiercely.
Normally speaking, ancient armies often just covered important torso parts with a layer of iron sheet, and elite troops, like Koxinga's Iron Man Army, only wore three layers of armor. But Runeterra is different; people here are all little supermen on average. Demacia's Dauntless Vanguard even pushes flat stone statues weighing several tons to run during daily drills. Under these circumstances, even ordinary troops, except for special light assault, cover the whole body with a layer of plate armor, plus chain mail and ring mail underneath as lining.
And Riven's identity in the legion was sword-captain. Besides the mission of charging in front, her own combat style also needed enough flexibility to break through, so the armor strength was much lighter compared to Darius's kind.
But even so, when these layers of armor were torn open, what entered Riven's eyes was still that Joy Mark which made people uneasy just by looking at the shape.