"A bit of progress, but not much. This Doomsday Requiem Spear is a desperate struggle after despair, a last-ditch effort after betting everything, yet you're only thinking of defense. Your mind is disturbed, I smell the scent of fear."
Miss Clown's mask smiled even more grotesquely.
Thus, after dropping the fourth head, she struck again.
This time, the Wild Hunt Witch no longer defended but chose to counterattack, red light against white light, tip against tip.
However, after a brief collision, the white light quickly collapsed, and thus, the ashamed head took flight.
"Commendable courage, but it's hollow courage. You're just avoiding inner fear. Are your desperate counterattacks meant to make me laugh to death?"
Miss Clown carefully stacked this ashamed beauty's head onto the second layer, then mockingly questioned.
"It seems your despair is still insufficient."
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