What's that? A stick?
That thing is thicker than an adult's waist, its surface covered in bumps and hollows. The yellowish-brown color looks plain, like a fried chicken leg, but it's a giant club that can smash a person's head like a watermelon.
This kind of thing, this kind of thing...
"Hahahaha——"
Conrad usually doesn't laugh so exaggeratedly, unless he can't help it.
"Are you fighting me with this? Using some stick you picked up from somewhere?"
He wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and said, "I think I understand your thinking. You feel slashing isn't effective, so you switched to blunt force? Unfortunately, this still..."
Conrad's lower body suddenly turned into black gas, rushing toward Gapar like a long snake, shouting:
"It's useless!"
"Boom!"
