"Ha… we're not done…"
The masked man dusted off his shoulder. Then lifted his sword again.
As if saying:
Come. Continue.
A huge aura started to radiate from his body.
[Terra Burst]
Amon frowned.
The ground cracked beneath them. A torrent of rocks and soil blasted upward. The trio somehow dodged it by jumping high.
"Was he holding back…?"
Arnold's eyes narrowed. The masked man shifted his sword. And with his thumb, flicked something on the hilt.
Click.
A faint ripple spread.
Aisha's eyes widened.
"That… wasn't him fighting seriously?!"
Dark aura leaked from the blade.
Cold. Heavy. Terrifying.
Amon swallowed hard. He knew at this point.
'Shit… he's a Master Rank. And he's not like Hector. He's actually a lot stronger than him.'
Arnold tightened his grip.
"Get ready!!"
The masked man pointed his sword at them. And in that moment. The world seemed to sink into silence.
He disappeared again.
Amon barely blinked.
And the masked man vanished.
Not teleported.
