In the end, he dodged the lethal strike, but the blade still grazed his front, slicing through the surface armor like tearing paper, leaving a deep bloodmark across it.
This bloodmark was nearly a meter long, with the metal at the wound scorched black by high temperatures, cut so deep that the damaged mechanical components inside were visible.
The explosive burst of speed just now came from the second-level overload.
The last time Ivan used the second-level overload was the year before last; he only used it for less than twenty seconds, and his entire prosthetic was almost scrapped, requiring more than half a month for experts at the Iron Blood Alliance to repair.
The side effects of the second-level overload are undeniably terrifying.
But faced with the desperate madness of Ou Chenyu, Ivan had no choice but to reveal his trump card.
Ou Chenyu stood with his knife, exhaling heavily through his nose and mouth, glaring at Ivan.
