Richard glanced at the black-skinned stitching monster and thought to himself, "This black-skinned stitched monster doesn't seem too bright."
Just as this thought crossed his mind, with a "roar," the black-skinned stitched monster bellowed and charged over with the momentum of an army, swinging a fist as large as a sandbag down viciously.
Feeling the monster's imposing force, Richard's expression became slightly grave, "So it does have some tricks up its sleeve."
The next moment, Richard shook his clothes, and a black non-Newtonian fluid rapidly flowed out from the lining of his clothes, solidifying into a large black shield; sparks of flame drifted out and landed on the surface of the shield, forming a reaction shield—although he had plans to modify the shield, there hadn't been enough time to see results, so he was still using the reaction shield for the fight.
