Those four black tails brought about an ominous aura, yet the face the young man had was nothing sort of devilish. Though he lost about one-fourth of his original height, the confidence he exuded as if the world was nothing but a toy he played with before.
The naga squinted all of its eyes. Even if the enemy had shrunken, the demonic instinct inside it evoked a type of fear. One that almost resembled that of a natural disaster.
Lyon put up a smirk, "Are you ready for this?"
The naga screeched at his taunt before its huge body moved forward with its claws opened.
"You stay right there, I will come for you instead."
Just as soon as he dropped those words, his figure already stood right in front of the naga. Albeit surprised, the naga waved its claws toward his torso in three successions strikes.
"Sorry Scarlet looks like this form is better barehanded."
