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Draven's eyes instantly became sharp, like a finely honed axe. His arm pulled back slightly, the axe tightly spinning in his palm, each rotation filled with extreme precision and power. His muscles tensed, his whole body like a spring about to release energy.
Then, in that instant, his arm suddenly swung forward, the axe flew out like a wild horse breaking free, cutting through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, everyone's gaze closely following the flying axe.
The axe flew extremely fast, almost too fast for the naked eye to catch, heading straight for Lissandra's head. However, just as it was about to make contact with her, Lissandra's body suddenly turned into a pile of ice crystals, and the axe passed through her original standing position, hitting the distant wall unimpeded.
But Draven clearly had anticipated this. His arm made a slight movement, as if drawing a perfect arc in the air. At the moment the axe hit the wall, his palm was already open, waiting for the axe's return. As expected, the axe rebounded after impact and landed precisely in his outstretched palm.
Lissandra then recondensed into human form after releasing from the ice crystal state, standing in place with a barely perceptible look of surprise on his face.
Draven coldly snorted at Lissandra, his hands once again spinning their axes, each rotation carrying extreme precision and power. His gaze instantly became sharper, as if trying to completely see through the other party.
"Come on, let me see how long you can keep hiding!" Draven shouted, then swiftly threw an axe at Lissandra.
The axe flew towards Lissandra like a bolt of lightning. However, she cleverly transformed herself into ice crystals once again, allowing the axe to pass through her body. The axe hit the distant wall, but with a gesture from Draven, it quickly bounced back into his hand.
"Are you in such a hurry to die because you want to reunite with your brother Darius?" Lissandra said with a sneer, her voice full of mockery.
Upon hearing this, Draven's expression instantly became more serious, his eyes filled with anger. He spun his axe again, this time even faster and more fiercely.
"You dare to insult my brother, I will make you regret coming into this world!" Draven roared, throwing another axe out.
This time, he not only used strength, but also skill. The two axes crossed and spun in the air, forming a deadly attack net. Lissandra had to transform again to dodge this series of fierce attacks.
Draven clearly will not give up. His axe bounced back into his hand, and he gripped the handle tightly, preparing for the next round of even fiercer attacks.
Lissandra continued to provoke Draven with her words, a hint of a cold smile hanging on her lips, as if she had already seen the moment when Draven would collapse.
"Is your brother Darius also like you, all brawn and no brains? Maybe that's why he'll die in the North." Lissandra said coldly.
These words made Draven's face turn pale, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes. However, he did not let his emotions completely control him, but instead observed Lissandra's movements even more calmly.
"You think using this kind of low-level provocation can make me lose my composure?" Draven gritted his teeth, but his voice revealed a kind of disdain.
He swung the axe again, this time his movement was smoother and more precise. The axe drew a perfect arc in the air, heading straight for Lissandra. Lissandra transformed again to evade, but Draven seemed to have predicted her movement. The axe adjusted its direction slightly in the air, almost hitting her.
Although he still hadn't landed a hit, Draven's expression was becoming increasingly confident. He seemed to have begun to understand Lissandra's evasive pattern, which gave him a glimmer of hope in this life-and-death showdown.
"It seems you're not as formidable as you appear, Lissandra," Draven sneered, as his axe returned to his hand, ready to launch the next round of attacks.
At this moment, all the spectators can feel that the situation seems to be quietly changing. Draven is no longer the passive one being beaten. He has found a way to confront Lissandra, undoubtedly adding more uncertainty and tension to this showdown.
"Lowly human, you think you can—" Lissandra's sneer is not yet complete when Draven suddenly shouts, "The show begins!" His voice is like thunder, shaking the entire arena.
Draven's body suddenly moved, with a speed so fast it was almost dizzying. His left hand axe flew out, cutting through the air, heading straight for Lissandra. In an instant, Lissandra transformed into ice crystals, dodging the attack, and swiftly moved behind Draven.
However, Draven seemed to have anticipated this, as his body suddenly twisted to the side, and his right hand axe flew out. In that moment, his movements were extremely fluid, and almost simultaneously, his left hand had already caught the first axe that had been thrown back.
Lissandra barely dodged the second axe, a hint of imperceptible surprise on her face. Just as she was catching her breath, Draven didn't wait any longer.
His hands once again gripped an axe each, his body slightly leaning forward, his eyes fixed tightly on Lissandra. Every muscle in his body was tensed to the extreme, and every swing of the axe carried a sound of breaking through the air, as if each attack contained an immense power.
Draven moved quickly, his axe flying out like lightning and swiftly returning to his hand. His movements were not only fast, but also extremely precise, each attack increasing the pressure on Lissandra.
At this moment, Lissandra finally realized that the seemingly carefree, always smiling Noxus warrior actually possessed astonishing combat intelligence and exquisite skills. Not only could he predict her movements, but he could also react in an instant.
At this moment, Lissandra finally understands that she may no longer be the only protagonist in this showdown. Draven has shown her through his actions that even in the face of absolute power, wisdom and courage are equally important. Every move, every attack of his seems to say to her: on this battlefield, no one is unbeatable.
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