"You are definitely not Ian!"
The twin blades were sheathed behind him, yet Kagar’s intensity didn’t diminish.
The white-haired wolf-eared boy squinted his eyes, circling Sio with extreme caution: "Your aura is off, it lacks the scent of the Fae... even if you can conceal it, under my attack, you should have revealed something."
"And as a swordsman, your coordination is completely abnormal. This body is not adept at blade combat and it is only through precise control that you could avoid my strikes—this is definitely not the movements of a swordsman at the Great Knight level who has studied swordsmanship."
He finally felt certain, nodding slightly: "That’s it, although you look exactly the same, you are not Ian."
—Why is he so perceptive?
At this moment, listening to Kagar’s analysis, Sio was filled with bewilderment.
The scent of the Fae? That could vaguely make some sense since Sublimators of the Fairy Bloodline do have a unique spiritual aura, and their personalities are generally quirky or out of the ordinary.
Even simply viewing the Fairy Bloodline as Sublimators who manipulate various Origin Qualities for destruction, due to the Fae’s high purity adaptability to Origin Quality, they give off a very ’refreshing’ impression, adding to that former personality makes it ’refreshingly unconventional.’
This was easy to understand... but when it came to the observations about martial artists, Sio was completely lost... she had never practiced swordsmanship, how could she know what a swordsman’s movements were like or what a swordsman’s coordination was?
—Ian wanted me to impersonate him but didn’t plan for me to engage in combat...
"But it doesn’t matter."
Yet at this moment, Kagar once again drew his blade, revealing a rather pure and straightforward smile: "You must be the True Dragon named Sio? Even if it’s just your Dragon Soul, it’s a Third Energy Level Dragon Soul."
"Your strength is formidable, on par with mine!"
"Let’s have a fight!" He took a stance, ready to attack once more, this young talent with the Celestial Wolf Bloodline.
This time she was truly stunned—the other side discovered Ian’s absence and her disguise, yet was completely indifferent, even wanting to fight?
Aren’t they curious about where Ian actually went?
But in reality, it’s quite simple... concealing one’s identity and impersonating someone else is no big deal, as long as there was no prior suspicion. Even if Sio’s impersonation of Ian was uncovered, no one would care too much, at most thinking Ian had some secret mission to handle and couldn’t show up for now.
—And up till now, anyone appearing in this Subspace Labyrinth has secrets, and while Ian is a genius, he isn’t the prime focus of attention.
As soon as these words fell, there was a deafening explosion—the sound was accompanied by the disappearance of Kagar’s figure.
But Sio smiled, not the least bit flustered.
Indeed. Combat. She thought, even somewhat anticipating it.
It’s rare to have a suitable opponent, a powerful enemy to fight against... it’s also a rare chance to unleash her true strength.
In Xiawei Territory, no one would fight Sio. Ian would occasionally spar with her, but it was just play; Ian couldn’t defeat a Third Energy Level True Dragon with Dragon Body and Soul without holding back, but going all out risks exposure.
So, after regaining a whole body and alleviating her soul from pain, she had never truly exerted herself fully.
But now, things were different.
—Since the opponent discovered her true identity, then fight seriously.
At this moment, Sio stood still in place, unmoving, while Kagar, who had vanished earlier, appeared behind her. A swift and unhesitant blade of gale aimed at slicing Sio’s neck and right shoulder, as if to sever her in one fell swoop!
Boom! The massive shockwave struck the solid crystal stone floor, surprisingly producing a crack on the theoretically indestructible relics of the ancient epochs.
The intense ripples radiated in all directions, lifting ’Ian’s’ clothes and creating a flapping sound.
But that was all there was to it.
Kagar’s eyes widened, staring incredulously at his blade that struck the ground five meters away from his target, then he lifted his head, looked at his target, muttering: "How is this possible..."
And ’Ian’ turned his head with a smile.
Using Ian’s voice, Ian’s face, ’he’ mentioned with apparent surprise: "How did it miss?"
"...Just a feint, I didn’t expect you not to dodge."
Kagar withdrew his blade, his expression had calmed, but his mind was filled with bewilderment.
A feint? Impossible, for geniuses like them to advance through mutual sparring, each strike had to be life-threatening—failing to attack this way was instead disrespectful to the opponent!
Yet, his perfectly timed strike strangely missed?
No matter what, at least a block or dodge was necessary, right? Why did it miss by five meters?
Thinking was useless.
Kagar attacked once more.
A sliver of silver cut through the atmosphere, the metallic glint of the blade arced horizontally, targeting ’Ian’s’ smiling head!
And ’Ian’ still didn’t dodge, maintaining a smile, standing right there, not a hint of panic.
So... for some unfathomable reason, this swing also ended up off-target!
The visibly arched blade cut through the air several meters away from ’Ian,’ leaving a visible air trail in the atmosphere, and seeing this trail from afar, teammates engaged in battles with other Exploration Teams hurriedly evaded. Once that trail struck the ground, it erupted into a gust fierce enough to blow people away.