Ryong Chong-Shik grinned madly as his spear was about to pierce Heero's head.
"Blame yourself for being cocky, young man!"
But then, Ryong Chong-Shik saw the young man in front of him grinned back. Even though he noticed something amiss, he tried to shake the uneasy feeling away as his spear pierced Heero's head.
Yes, his spear forcefully pierced the head. Then he realized something. No blood came out, in fact, the young man's figure in front of him vanished.
Right after his spear pierced the head, the figure vanished as a whole.
As the old man was confused as to what happened, excruciating pain transmitted from his body.
He looked down and saw his body was torn open. His organ began to fall and he was standing on the pool of blood made on his own.
"H-how?" A feeble voice escaped from the old man's mouth before his body fell down, stopping breathing forever.
