Chapter 419 The Foodie Male Lead 7 (2/2)

The cleaver was used haphazardly to slash and stab at the opponent's arms, shoulders, and other non-vital areas, with a speed that caught the opponent off guard and was quite ruthless.

A faint hint of surprise flashed in Mo Chen's eyes.

He was indeed awakened by that strange and rich fragrance.

The powerful energy contained in that fragrance, just by smelling it, was soothing his body, which was nearly exhausted due to severe injuries and mental disorder, forcibly pulling him out of a deep coma.

He followed the aroma to this place, intending to observe the person who could cook such special food, but he did not expect the other party to react so strongly, and moreover...

How should I put this attack?

He appeared fierce, but in reality, he was full of flaws. His footwork was unsteady, and his power generation technique was atrocious. He was just a complete amateur.

But strangely, her speed and her ability to seize opportunities were also unusually sharp.

Moreover, as she wielded the weapon, it subtly carried a faint yet pure energy fluctuation that even she herself was unaware of.

That's interesting.

While dealing with the situation, many thoughts flashed through Mo Chen's mind.

He was still recovering from serious injuries and his strength was reduced to less than a hundred percent, but he was still more than capable of dealing with this level of attack.

However, he didn't want to reveal his strength for the time being, and he also wanted to test the background of this seemingly ordinary but strangely eccentric chef.

The water ghost-like man appeared extremely clumsy and disheveled in the face of Zi Xi's storm-like attacks.

He seemed terrified, moving slowly and dodging left and right, his steps unsteady.

Several times I narrowly avoided the blade of the cleaver, forced to retreat continuously, and almost tripped over the stones on the ground.

The cleaver grazed his chest, tearing his already tattered clothes.

Another unskilled straight thrust was dodged by Mo Chen in a panic, his back slamming heavily against the cave wall.

Zi Xi grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, but at the same time, she became more courageous.

She discovered that her opponent wasn't as formidable as she had imagined; he was merely dodging using his height, long legs, and brute strength.

Looks like a paper tiger!

"You dare scare me! You dare play tricks on me! I'll fight you to the death!"

She was exhausted, but her offensive didn't falter at all, and she even cursed under her breath.

While struggling to parry and dodge the clattering blows aimed at the master, Mo Chen secretly assessed the situation.

He is weak in strength and has zero skill, but his flexibility and reaction speed far exceed those of ordinary people. In particular, the occasional glimpse of energy he releases is extraordinary.

Is she pretending?

But it doesn't seem like it. Just look at her attack pattern. If it's an act, it's too real, so real that it's almost stupid.

Just as Zi Xi unleashed a powerful strike, aiming straight for the opponent's head.

A glint of light flashed in Mo Chen's eyes.

He did not choose to retaliate, nor did he choose to subdue her easily.

That would be too boring, and you wouldn't be able to find out anything more.

He seemed to trip over something, and with an exaggerated, dancing spin, he skillfully avoided the falling cleaver.

Then, taking advantage of the moment when Zi Xi leaned forward due to excessive force, he lightly touched the cave wall with his toes.

The next moment, to Zi Xi's astonishment, the man seemed to have lost all gravity, or perhaps transformed into Spider-Man.

With a nimbleness and flexibility that defies the laws of physics, the body swiftly swam up the vertical cave wall and landed steadily near the cave ceiling, about three meters above the ground.

He stretched out his limbs and clung to the rough rock, looking down at Zi Xi, who was frozen in shock below.

"Stop! Stop! I surrender!"

With his feet firmly planted on the stone wall, he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his voice carrying a deliberately exaggerated panting and helplessness.