"Although I'm not sure what method you used, as long as I proceed steadily, the final victory will definitely be mine!"
"It was the same last time. If only I had held on a little longer, I might have won!"
Black flames ignited along the blade. Yatagarasu Akiryu's body trembled, and the clothes on his upper body shredded, revealing a physique as sturdy as steel.
Crisscrossing scars covered his skin, and from those healed wounds seeped threads of power.
The image of the Three-legged Crow flashed past. Yatagarasu Akiryu's pupils turned frosty, his movements were not quick, but his gaze locked firmly onto Roger.
Then that strange sensation resurfaced again.
Roger knew this was Yatagarasu Akiryu's peculiar ability. He had experienced its terrifying strength in their last encounter.
But right now, faced with an enemy whose defense seemed unbreakable, all techniques and power seemed utterly meaningless.
[Rush]
